I miss you so much. I wish I’d known when I met you 4 years ago, the things I know today. Maybe we wouldn’t have hurt each other so badly. I’m trying to forgive you. And one day. I really hope you forgive me too. I will always love you. This hurts so badly. I wish I could tell you. Hear your voice. Pretend like I don’t feel angry or resentful. Pretend I’m okay. In a perfect world, you’d pretend too. And we would be two of the happiness individuals on earth.
You don’t know how much I think about our time together. Wish I could go back in time and arrive at a different outcome. One where our arguments end in hugs. Or where we never met. I know it wasn’t all me. Or all you. It was us. And I forgive us for the things we said and the people we turned into. I can’t wish you the best because I’m still hurting. But I do wish you well. Goodbye my love.