You broke it off. Just an hour earlier you told me that you’d love me forever and we would be married and live a fabulous life. With me going to college and you staying back in high school, I was beginning to doubt our relationship and wonder what I’d be missing out on when I got to college. I loved you so much, I always will, but I couldn’t be with you right now. I picked fights so you would get mad at me and want to break up with me. I didn’t have the balls to remove you from my life; I made you do it.
That night, I picked our last fight. I wanted to spend time with you, but you chose your friends over me. We talked, argued, and cried together for 2 hours. During those 2 hours, you asked me many times if we were ok and if I was ready to go to sleep. I could’ve said yes, and we’d still be together. But I didn’t. I just cried. And that’s where it ended.
For the next month I was a wreck. Everything I saw, everything I did reminded me of you. I begged for you to take me back, I turned your family and friends against you, on accident. I never meant to hurt you. I’d do anything to see you smile again. But you were right. You always are. You did nothing wrong, the demise of our relationship was my doing. Just as I was too chicken to break it off, I am too chicken to admit to people that I am my own worst enemy. I just hope someday you will forgive me for making your life hell.
I love you always and I’m sorry.