You are the best i will ever have. I want you to know that. But of course I’m not going to tell you that face to face, or even over text. Because i know you’ll just look at me and maybe do a little fake laugh and walk away. You meant so much to me. And i should have showed you more that you did. I admit, i wasn’t perfect. But baby i thought i didn’t have to be perfect. I know it was young love but i thought we were gonna go really far. But you had enough of me. And you said you loved me that june day. If you loved me why’d you let me go? I’ve called you a liar, a slut, a whore, a piece of shit, and i have said that i hated you over the course of these past six months. And i really didn’t mean any of it. I think of us everyday… and i pray that you and i will begin to love each other again. But i know that that will never happen. So why talk to you? Why keep the old letters that you said you loved me in every single fucking one. Why move on? I tried and i can’t do any of them. So why try?