You were my first real relationship, and my first real true love. I had thought I felt love before, but after what we had I realized they were flings and lust. I wish you hadn’t did what you did, but you did and we can’t take it back. I thought if you cared more and loved me enough, I would have been good enough. I told you all my insecurities and expressed that I never felt that I would be enough, and now with what happened I feel that was true. You took all fears and made them a reality. You said all the right things and you opened up on what you were going through too late. We both hope our story isn’t over, but idk how to stop holding onto that hope while moving on, healing, and growing into myself. I lost my best friend and a part of myself. No matter how much you say you’re sorry, it doesn’t get any easier. I am still broken, and I want you to feel the same way I am feeling. Maybe that is selfish of me, but I want to know this meant to you as much as it did for me. You were who I wanted when I was sad, and now I have to put space between us to heal. I don’t know if we can ever be friends. I outstretched myself so far for you. I hope one day you recognize where it went bad for you and you realize what you lost.
The girl who wanted to be your everything