I’d like to say I don’t miss you. I’d like to say I don’t think of you everyday, I’d like to say this move was the best for everyone but everyday I just miss you more. What’s that mean? We have both “moved on”, well, you may have actually moved on. I know more about her than I’d like. I don’t understand but it’s not my place to. I still listen to our songs, even though you deleted your playlist, that hurt but it is what it is. I know you’re getting your life together and I’m so so so proud of you. I am too. I plan on moving back, I sent you an email. Idk if you got it, even if you did, you would never talk to me. I remember how you were happy I was gone. I tried so hard to make you out to be a bad guy, even after all the hurtful things you did and said that you never said sorry for, it was always my fault, and I’m left still wondering if you even think of me? I know everyone wants to think they are not that easy to forget but man... when we were together, in person, that shit was magic. I hope she makes you feel even a fraction of the way you made me feel, if she does you’ll have a girl for life who will always be head over heals for you. I hope one day we can talk again and you can see what Iv become. I think you would be proud. I wish we could have had one more day, like that night on the highway, with Girl Scout cookies and Reese’s pieces. Bye, babe.
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