What happened with us, what I put you through, all the times I didn’t appreciate you, didn’t mirror your passion, didn’t make you feel loved, made you feel like you were my therapist or just a friend, let myself sink into darkness and drag you down with me, push you into the possibility of someone else’s arms.

It’s happening to me now, but it’s backwards. I am now you, he is now me, and I am drowning in his darkness. Being pushed somewhere I didn’t plan to be… I’m in Hell.

I’m sorry for everything I put you through. I hope that she is better, makes you happy, keeps you sane and grounded. This isn’t a sad, pathetic letter about me missing you. This is me being a grown up and owning up to the fact that it wasn’t just you that messed us up. I take full responsibility for pushing you away.

I hope you can forgive me.

Have lots of pretty babies together. 🙂