I love you. I still love you. I feel like a part of me is missing. There is no resolve. We can’t even speak. I can’t even contact you and I have to assume you don’t want to contact me.
I stopped partying. I stopped the main thing I was doing that caused a lot of this mess, but you’re not here to share that with. You’re just gone.
I can’t even say I’m sorry.
I can’t believe I still feel this way, I shouldn’t.