I want to start off by saying I’m doing better. It’s been almost 2 months and sometimes it still hurts, but not as bad. I saw you the other day for the first time in a couple of weeks. We looked each other straight in the eye and it felt like someone punched me in the gut. It always feels that way. I know you’re over me by now, but I wanted to apologize. I’m sorry for the drunk text messages and the desperation. I’m sorry for how things ended. I let my emotions control my words. I let you into my life so easily because you had that effect on me. You really did have a way with words, but your actions said something differently. Maybe one day we can be friends and look back at all this and laugh at how silly it all was. But not any time soon.
Everything I want to say