To the boy who broke my heart

I need to get this out. Reyvin . When you walked into my heart, I thought you were there to stay. We were never a thing but you knew how I felt about you and you didn’t do anything about it. You asked me how I felt about you and I answered, “During the past two years that I have known you, I have found out who the real Reyvin Yacapin is. The feelings that I have for you are so strong that I have cried myself to sleep countless times knowing that you will never feel the same. That is how I feel about you Reyvin.” After that we took to silence. Our conversations got shorter and eventually turned to glances across the hallway and “hellos” once a week. As my feelings for you changed I then realized that the Reyvin I  knew was not the real Reyvin, but instead was the Reyvin that I wanted to know. Its been a month since we talked and our glances turned to bitter nothings. And fuck I miss you. I miss everything about you. i miss your laugh, your smile, how you would look at me, I miss you. But you don’t miss me, I bet a thought of me hasn’t crossed your mind in weeks. But every flashing moment of the last month has hurt me. You were never mine, I thought I had your heart but I never did. Yesterday you texted me,

“Hey”

                                                                                               “Hey”

“I know how you feel about me and I am so sorry that I waited this long to tell you how I feel. I don’t feel the same way. I like Bethany. You and I had a thing, but that thing is now over. Im letting go, you should to. “

                                                                                                “Ok”

                                                                                                “Bye”

“Bye”

 

So this is my letting go letter I guess. Goodbye Reyvin Yacapin

 

One thought on “To the boy who broke my heart”

  1. Sometimes if you write about him and looking for God at the same time, you will not only find God, but an actual gem of a guy. It’s like wringing out your wash-rag of the water that was Reyvin. Starbucks is perfect for that.

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