E,

The dusty book of matches rests innocently on my bed-side table, beside a book and a clock. On the wall hangs an old photograph, of a time better forgotten. I sold the truck because I couldn't deal with the memories. My school diploma sits desolate in a forgotten drawer. These objects all have one thing in common. You. But you don't even know the madness you caused me. I got you through breakup after breakup. We graduated together. You told me you loved me. Then you left me lifeless in a heap upon the floor. Know this...
She's everything you could never be. And I'm happy with her. Maybe someday I'll explain, but I doubt it. Because though I may not do much to spare people's feelings, I pity you for being so ******* short-sighted.

Hypothetically,
From me to you.

M.