I still think about you sometimes.
You know, you’re the only guy I’ve ever known that told me I was beautiful every single day. If I ever find a guy that treats me that well again, I will never, ever make the mistake of letting him go like I let you go.
I still try to talk to you, but you don’t really respond. I read something you wrote on Facebook once, I think in January-ish. It had a question about the girl you have a crush on or something, and I wondered if you were talking about me. I still wonder sometimes if you ever think about me, still have feelings for me. I could easily see myself being with you, even now. Even after all this time. But even though this much time has passed, that doesn’t change what I did to you. I still have nightmares about the things I’ve done that hurt you, and hurt me at the same time. It’s the only regret I have in my life.