Dear You,

I will now associate you with failure. Not yours. Or anybody else's. But mine. I tried. I put myself out there but this isn't a movie. This isn't a fanfiction. There would be no such thing as meeting halfway. There will be no happy endings for this story because there never was a beginning in the first place. 

I may sound like a whining drama queen who is, as of the moment, unable to fully process the things that are not related to you (heck, I even missed all those leaked audios and videos of EXO's Overdose because I was somewhere else, thinking about you when I should have been in front of the computer) but trust me, I will get over it. I will get over you. I will cry, sure. A few tears at best. But I will move on. I always do. 

In no time, things will be back to normal. Me, fangirling incoherently about various things and writing fanfictions and you, well, doing whatever it is that you're doing.

Have a nice life.

I'm sorry. I just needed to let this out and had nowhere else to put it.