I had you, but not quite.
You’re gone now and
I miss you.

I’d love to kiss you one last time.

Just know that I’ll always love you,

even though you’ve given me many reasons not to.

I still love you.

I guess I’m going to have to try my best and forget everything.

Taking down our pictures didn’t do shit.

I’m still thinking about you every minute, every second.

The day you find a new love, I’m going to feel such relief…

just knowing that you found someone to treat you better than I ever did..

love you more than I ever did.

I know that person is out there waiting for you to make them happier than ever.

You’re perfect.

I really fucked up.

It’s really over.

I’ll never forgive myself.

Maybe this is how it’s meant to be.