You.
It kills me to know what I lost was so great, to know that I didn’t fight for it, to know I didn’t try for it. Most of all, it kills me that I didn’t trust myself. I guess I should really let you go, before my soul crumbles in pathetic state of despair (maybe it’s too late here) . Sorry I gave up on you. Sorry I still think about it. I’m sorry that I’m sorry. I’m even sorry for typing this. I’m happy to see you happy, but I wish it was me that was with you. I still have hope even though I’m so lost in my own thoughts on the whole thing as it still haunts me. I had given up so much faith in myself that it still takes me a while to regain. I’m hoping for the best, I’m working with what I got, but it’s still weird to know that you’re not there. My hopeless romantic side is gushing and it’s gross but whatever. I really have nothing else to lose. All I can really say is I hope you’re doing well, I hope you’re smiling and loving life and hopefully we will regain some kind of bond in the future. If not, then whatever. I just hope you’re happy and somehow, I kind of wish you missed me. I understand there’s really not a lot we can do here, but for the most part, all I can do is hope, and there’s some gut feeling in me that just won’t give up on you. There’s not much I can do otherwise, but just hope.
Sincerely,
-Me
p.s. this fucking sucks.
