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Sometimes it’s just broken. You scared me in February. And then I scared you. I thought If only we could try again it wouldn’t anymore. But we did and it hurt so much more, because I realised, I realise now that it really is over, that it really was irrerapable.
I couldn’t get past the pain and I’m not sure you could either.
And now I realise it’s inevitable – no matter what we could do or say – that we reach our end, none of it matters anymore. I just hope you are okay. I’m not, but I will be when I shake off the person I became.
Now that I have realised what I did, what we did, I’m kind of hoping one day you’ll see what you did too, if only so that the memory of who we once were can repair.
Goodbye dear John.