Dear Zayn,

I'm not sure what to say right now. Just like the first time you wrote to me, I've been staring at your last letter with my jaw dropped, not knowing how to respond. At first I was confused. Then I was hurt.

But now I'm just pissed. I get that you may have "complications" and I'm pretty sure I know what those may be. Something to do with a blondish supermodel, most likely. I guess I can't compete with that.

I sound petty. I realize that. But your last letter was...what the hell was that? I sent my soul to you, after you had opened up to me. I trusted you with my heart.

Now that I write that, I realize it's been my mistake. What was I thinking? I should never have poured out my heart to someone I don't know, someone who doesn't truly know me. All those private worries and feelings should have stayed private.

The thing is, you seemed like you did care. Like you did understand. So here I am, more confused than I was at the beginning. More shocked. And add to that a layer of disappointment. That's where you leave me. With nothing.

I won't write anymore. It stopped helping me work through things the second I received your last letter. Some may say that I'm an idiot for saying that to you, to the celebrity that actually wrote back. But how could I live with myself if I just allowed another person to shout from the rooftops, "You don't matter!" That's essentially what you've done. I wouldn't even let a former friend treat me that way. Why would I allow you?

So, thanks for nothing, Zayn. I still hope you find some happiness. I still hope things work out for you. It isn't in me to feel otherwise.

Sincerely,

Sara

^^^^^

Would you have been that blunt? It's somehow easier when it isn't face to face, right?