Dear Love,

           I fear this is goodbye. There is no use in trying this game anymore. I fact, "Love" is a terrible name for you, because you don't feel that way and never have. It's a sad way to live I am. Pretending that you know how I feel, and that I feel the same way. So this is goodbye, I am giving up. I'm sorry all the times I've lied now, saying I would never give up on you. I'm sorry you believed me, I'm sorry if this hurts you, it's just the pain I've felt from the beginning of this game of endless pretend. But I don't believe it will hurt, in fact I don't believe you will ever read this, although it was written specifically just for you. I'll try and grow up now, I love you though, the end.