To Benito Handerson,
You have to stop doing all this. I'm not yours anymore. The feeling I used to love you had stop. You have to stop sending me text on how you missed and loved me. You are holding me back. You've hurt me so much. You really did. Even though I might be still loving you and missing you. Forgetting you isn't easy. Every moment you've made it memorable. Every kiss you've made it special. I didn't know the real you until IT happened. You still scarred me deep. You shouldn't have left Tyne. I know how it felt. I'm not coming back. You've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair. I'm over you now. I won't come back to you. But I am glad to know you. To be with you. I had so much to say to you.

Love,
Elle

p/s: I still do love you.