It’s been a year and I still can’t stress enough how much I’m still missing you. Although you have a new girlfriend and I’m not even a thought in your mind, anymore, it still hurts me a lot to know that my depression interfered with our relationship. I treated you good but I could’ve and should’ve treated you better. I wish I could change the way my brain works. I didn’t want to be married twenty years from now and wake you up to tell you that I’m depressed, again and that’s why I can’t sleep. I wanted to be happy. I want us to be happy but I messed that up. I just wish you could come back to me…