You probably don’t give a shit about me anymore, you hate me and probably never want to talk to me again, but sometimes I wish things could go back to how they were. We were good together but then I think about how everything ended. How distanced we bacame from each other, especially me to you. How thinking about the future and how far apart we were scared me and made me doubt everything. How scared I was that you wouldn’t show up a second time. I wish we could talk one last time. No fighting or accusing and blaming, just a civil conversation. Talk about all the good times. Just fully get that closure. Be able to look back and not be mad and hurt by things that were said. I miss you and still love you, just not in the way I used to.
If you ever read this, I hope you live a long and happy life. I’ll love you forever.