dude i miss you.
i loved you, and that wasnt sometihng i’d ever felt before.
i feel blessed to have felt it with you.
but i fucked up, and so did you. i regret that.
i regret how we handled shit, but i would never regret my relationship with you.
i’m with someone new now. and i think i can love him too.
it fucks me up though, you know? because sometimes you pop up in my mind
and sometimes i dont understand why the tears fall down my cheeks.
theyre all good memories though.
i can’t even tell you this haha. i legit can’t.
we don’t talk anymore. i’m scared to start a conversation because i’m scared to know if you’ve moved on.
that’s crazy right? that’s so selfish. but isn’t everyone selfish in love?
i dont know if i’m still in love with you. i don’t think i am. but maybe i’m being wishful.
it hurts sometimes. help me make it stop.
i miss you. i hope youre doing well for yourself. i genuinely genuinely do.