I’m not mad at you. I hope you know that. I haven’t talked to you lately because I haven’t been in the best of moods but it has nothing to do with you. You gave me what I prayed and begged you for for almost a year. When C first came back to me it was like a dream come true. Remember how I stayed up that night and thanked you and told you you were my saviour? I asked you to give me a chance with him and you did, it’s not your fault I fuck up everything. The worst part is that I don’t even know what I did wrong, maybe he is just a douche.
But God thank you, even though it didn’t go the way I wanted it to and it didn’t last for as long as I wanted it to, I still got that chance and I’m grateful for that. At least now I can say I had him, we had some amazing times together and I did everything I could to keep him but he got away. It’s not your fault though and I don’t think it’s mine either. Him and I just weren’t meant to be and I am slowly accepting that as there is nothing else I can do. All I ask from you is to be by my side to help me get through this. God you are my strength.