FUCK I MISS YOU. It takes every fucking fiber of my being to stop myself from emailing, or texting, not that I have your current number. The words “ I love you ” from your mouth could sustain me for years…the last time you said it you said you didn’t mean it. And I don’t know what the truth is, you were all over the place. You asked me to change. I can’t fucking change. Ask the fucking sun to not be a star, and you’ll get the same reaction.

People don’t change. I am an asshole, a real piece of shit and I don’t deserve you, never did. You made me happy though, hell the THOUGHT of you now makes me happy still. You loved me more than anyone, and I know I loved you more than anything. 

Not enough. I miss you though. I hope you are happy, not sarcasm, no malice in that thought. I really hope you are. I would, in fact, kill, to see you smile. To hear that laugh….I say your name every day so I don’t forget. I hurt you. I hurt you and caused a rift in your life and I am so sorry. I miss you. 

I still miss you… its been..1819 days since we became two instead of one. I still remember.