To all the unfortunate souls I’ve touched
It’s my fault and there isn’t an excuse.
I know the move was hard on you and the long distance relationship was too much for you, but I should have kept the closure, instead of trying to stretch what surely isn’t there now.
I’m sorry for talking you into loving me states away over the phone. I’m sorry for leading you into what I thought was love, but really just my desperate loneliness. I wish you didn’t still want me and that you didn’t hurt every time we talk. yes I can hear it through your dripping cynicism.
I wish we took our chance when we still lived by each other. now you want me more than anyone else, but i know I’m not the one for you as fun as we are together. you are rather flattering though and I’ll miss that. I wish i could just tell you how I know it won’t last because we don’t have nearly enough in common and I have never dropped my shield in front of you.
To the one I’ve always assumed was too good for me: If I were to get married, it would be to you. just now have we learned that we want each other. you’ve been a great friend and I’m working hard to secure a future for us.
to the rest that surround or will surround me. I’m impatient, unreliable, conniving, judgmental, and insecure.
I’m trying but my head is dark and the future is the only thing brighter than the bridges I’m burning.
I really am sorry.