My Dear,

When you left, I bought myself a rusty guitar/piano/clef pendant bling. And a cherry lollipop. To make me feel better.

My dear,
I'm sorry I didn't talk much. Sorry, I was distant. Sorry, you had to listen to the sound of piercing silence. Silence that hurt so much because it screamed the truth. You hurt me and made me feel desperate. Like I was doin' things in vain. Like I don't matter much to you.
But that doesn't mean I don't love you anymore. I still love you, and still miss you. That won't ever change.

Sorry, I ruined the night. I didn't expect this. Sorry.

But I do wish you'll do something. Now that you know what you gotta know. I know she told you.
Do something to keep us. No, to save us. Because I'm tired. It's your turn to move. I want you to love me. And make me feel you do. This distance keeps us apart. Literally and figuratively. Do you want this?

Love,
Your sister