i think a part of me will miss you forever because i really loved you. but i loved you so much it destroyed me, i would have killed myself for you, i almost did. i couldn’t live like this any longer. i realised i’m better off without loving you, i don’t want that kinda love anymore. i want love that heals me, warms me, love that feels like home. i thought love meant destroying myself but fuck that’s not what love is. i’m still sorry for everything. i hope you’re fine.