It’s been almost four months since you’ve broken up with me. What I will never understand is why. Was it because of the distance? Was it because of me? Did I do something wrong? I sit here everyday thinking about nothing but you and I constantly ask myself these questions but I don’t have an answer. I’m too scared to ask you and I’m not so sure why myself. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to bother you. Maybe it’s because when I know the truth, it’ll be all over. Isn’t that sad. I’d rather spend my days crying over you than realize the truth and move on. I’m constantly hanging onto you. I try to find some kind of sign or hope that maybe things can go back to the way they were. When you told me you missed me, I died. I thought that maybe all this sadness wasn’t for nothing. I thought that maybe all the hope I had wasn’t false hope after all. We hung out a couple times and it felt amazing. Being able to catch up with you and just talking to you again was incredible. I should’ve taken the opportunities I had and talked to you then. There’s nothing more that I want. I want to talk to you about anything and everything. I want to know how you felt and how you feel now. I want to know what was going through your mind then and what is going through your mind now. I should’ve taken those opportunities but I was too busy cherishing every second I had with you, scared it would be my last. There’s nothing I regret more than not taking my chances. I truly regret not talking to you earlier when I had the chance or when you still cared. I truly regret not swallowing my pride or being less stubborn and just talked to you first. I have so many regrets and despite all the tears and heartbreak, I will never regret being your girlfriend. You truly made me the happiest girl in the world at one point, and I’m forever grateful to have gotten so close to you. I miss you more than you know.