Your ghost still wakes me up in the early morning to remind me that I am worth nothing. I don’t want you to suffer any more on my account, so I’m suffering for both of us. Maybe you’re suffering too. I hope you’re not, but I hope you think about me sometimes. I hope when you do, you feel a pang of the emptiness you left me to suffer constantly. I hope you can move forward and be happy and fulfilled, but every now and then, I hope I cross your mind.