A/N: Third in my Dear Love series. This is slightly -- by slightly I mean a lot -- OCC. Whatevs.
Dear Love,
It's not so weird to think I still love you. I've loved you for five years, it's not like I should suddenly stop now that you've rejected me and I've moved away. Love doesn't work that way. It fades, it burns, it kills, but it doesn't just stop.
I'm a bit confused on how you can talk to me. How you can tease me. How you can tell me stupid stories. It's like nothing has happened at all for you. Maybe nothing has. No, you're not that oblivious, even though you can confuse romantic comedies with horror movies.
It's over too soon as we both realize whom we are talking to. I hang up, and go home.
I wish I had a time machine. I wish I could change all those little things that brought you to Roy. I could see you were unhappy with him. Why did it take me leaving for you to figure that out?
Things are just too complicated with you. But you're worth it, you know. You're always worth it.
Jim