Dear Icarus,

I've fallen in love with another person,
he's like Hades.

He treats me better than you did, he makes me laugh like no one is looking, he makes me smile more–
just everything more than you did, Love.

Instead of you who made me cry every now and then,
who may or may not be disgusted by my own being,
who made me question every single bits of myself,
"Am I pretty enough?" "Am I good enough?"

Icarus, Love– I've loved you for 2 summers and I'd never, ever regret loving such beauty.

I loved you and I still do.

Sincerely,
Rose E.