Heartless Republican,

It's been 15 months since I met you, 10 months since I realized that I had fallen for you, 9 months since I broke up with my then-boyfriend (partly) because of you, 4 months since I drunk-texted you how I felt, 3 months and 3 weeks since I told you again (sober, this time) and you replied 'I know', two months since I last saw you, and a week since I've been 7,000 miles away from you.

When I walk on the streets, I wish you were beside me. When I eat, I wish we were sitting at the same table. When I sleep, I wish you were holding me until I fell asleep. When I make a joke, I wish you were there to hear it. When I say something witty, I wish I could tell you. When I'm lonely, I wish I could hug you and never let you go. 

But now I think you might have something with your best friend. Every part of my romantic comedy-watching being tells me I'm not going to like this outcome.

. . . Maybe this time could be different?

Mindless Liberal