I think I will still be haunted by memories of you even 50 years from now. I wish I had never met you. Then I would never have known someone like you existed and I would never have to try to get over you. After all, how do you get over finding everything you’ve ever wanted and having to lose it? I think one day, 50 years from now I will wake up and ask myself why I wasn’t good enough for you just like I am asking myself right now why I wasn’t good enough for you. I think 50 years from now, I will still be wondering “what if” and still be asking myself if there was anything I could have done to make you stay or to make you see how much I loved you. That’s the thing though, your life is filled with so much love… why would you ever accept it from someone as unworthy as me?

~Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #232


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