I drove past your house today, I shouldn’t have, but I did. When we broke up, I ended all communication with you, because it hurt too much to talk to you. I didn’t think I’d be moving back to your town, so I honestly thought I’d never see you again. But then I got that job offer, in the one town I never thought I’d get back to. I go to the theatre, or the grocery store, or drive through town.. I worry you’ll see me. I worry you’ll want to talk to me again. Its not that I hate you, far from it. I still love you. I love you so much that I know what it will do to me if I see you with another girl. I live in a mild constant fear that you’ll show up to my work one day. You’re smart, even though I never told you I was moving back, I’m sure you either figured it out or someone you know saw me and passed the information on or whatever. I don’t want to see you again, but I can’t stop thinking about you. If only I hadn’t moved back here, I might be able to go more than a few hours without thinking of you.