well lets just say it ended like this it started with cursive dear chris you still sprayed it with your own perfume you did on purpose to let me choke on your fume why does this always happen to me? the body of the letter wasn't so bad considering you were good at writting and you were the best i ever had you talk to me, while you stab me in the back being good at a liar, is what you lack all you said went straight to me and all you did was try to be the cool one you thought you were now what do we have so far in this little story alittle choking, alittle blood that never made anything so gory could you be the reason why there is such thing as a broken heart? where you make us regret what we said from the start? the ending was worst of all where you put the bullet down my neck and let all hearts fall with me on the ground.