Dear Scotty,
We broke up today. It’s January 23rd. We don’t make each other happy, and it sucks but it’s true. You are my best friend, and I love you. But I can’t love you with all my heart until I love myself. I need to figure some shit out Scott, and I just couldn’t do it with you. No more October 3rd. No more kisses. No more goodnight, sleep tight. No more Gracie and Scott. We’re still friends of course, and I don’t think it could’ve ended sweeter.
But I never thought it would come to this.
Soon we’ll be together again. Soon, after space and talking and flirting and nervous dates and a second first kiss. Soon baby. I love you,
Love grace
