I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

God. When I tell you I’ve never cried over a man before. You are so different, it’s like when I say I love you I actually mean it. I had so many insecurities when we met but you washed them all away. You showed me what love truly means and I thank you for that. I’m supposed to be typing this to get over you but I can’t. You make me so mad but I can’t leave because I still love you. I want to kiss you, and hug you and love you like there is no tomorrow but I fucked up. I did, and baby I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for being careless. I’m sorry for playing victim. I’m sorry. Why am I typing this. Why am I crying. Why am I apologizing. Why does it hurt. The thing is I don’t know. It’s crazy how love can rip people apart. I know you’re somewhere thinking about our argument. I know you’re mad at me. I know.

God. Heart break hurts. Badly. I was scrolling through my photos today. I found that cute picture you sent me. Beating myself up about deleting it or not. I didn’t. Couldn’t face the fact that our relationship came to an end. I miss waking up all excited to talk to you. Or catching myself waiting for your texts. I miss the nights we fell asleep on ft. I miss it all. I miss you. Crap, the tears are coming back. Well it’s about time I end this letter. I just want you to know. That I love you, and I hope the next treats you a lot better than what I did. You’ll always have a place in my heart. Wish things didn’t end the way it did. I’m sorry.


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