If you’re reading this, I know you still care for me.

Hate is synonymous with love, so thank you for being out there, somewhere, looking me up.

I look you up, too.

If you’re reading this, I need you to know that I’m afraid we’ve missed our chance at one last try.

One last try before we die.

If you’re reading this, I need you to know that I’m here, waiting for you.

And for those of you who just happen to be reading this:

Seize the moment and reach out to your long-lost you-know-who.