I loved you. More than you ever knew. I loved you as if you were mine. I know we should’ve been just flings, but fuck, I cared about you. I felt so safe and loved, and honestly thank you for everything. I still do love you. 

I should’ve said in that email that you could always run back to me. That we were never really strangers. I burnt our bridge, and I don’t know how to fix it. I can’t fix it. 
You’re with someone new. She’s probably wonderful. I never knew who she is, but right now, she’s everything I want to be. 
I am sorry that I hurt you, pushed you away, and discarded what we had. I needed to be well, and you need someone who is well. I wish you were mine because you were never mine from the start.

I wish I was worth it. I wish that I was enough for you to make me yours. I wish you had an actual relationship with me, and that you cared for me as much as I cared for you. You hid me from everyone but showed her off so proudly. What was the difference? Were you ashamed of me? The age? Location? Race?

If there is a chance, I would go back to you. But I know my worth. And I know I deserve better than the bare fucking minimum. If the chance is given, please treat me better.