I never wanted it to end. I just wish you had felt the same way. I know you can read this but these are are this things I can’t say to you because just talking to you breaks me over and over again.
You were the best thing to have ever happened to me and I just wished I could have been that for you.
I don’t know where it went wrong for you, all I now wonder is where I could have made it right.
Maybe if I’d not moved away. Maybe if I hadn’t told you so much. Maybe I should have made more effort too.
All of these ‘maybe’s are just flying around my head.
truth is since it ended I haven’t slept. not properly.
I cannot comprehend that I cannot just come to you, hold your hand, hold you, kiss you. all the things I know are meant for you and now Im left here, alone. utterly alone in a world full of people who do not understand.
Why did it have to end. Could we have not fixed it. Was it truly broken.
I’ve never been hurt so badly, yet not being angry, bitter or mean is so much easier than stopping loving you. and I just don’t see how this is fair.
You really were my favourite thing. And to say otherwise would be a lie.