Hey, it’s me.
I’m writing you this letter, because I have a lot to say, and the only way I can say it at this point, is through the only thing I’m good at.
I feel guilty about ending up the way we did. I feel helpless and sad because I know it was my fault and I can’t do anything about it. I feel sorry for making you go through the things you did. And I know you don’t regret having me in your life for how much ever time it was, and I feel happy because I know that, that time, was the best I’ve had.
I know that both better people and better times will come along. I know you will make happier memories with these better people, and maybe even one day, ours, will be on the blind side. But darling, us, will always be something I think about and smile.
Thank you for being a part of me and letting me be a part of you, for the time we had together, even though it was cut short because of my mistakes. The confidence, the occasional scoldings, the sarcasm, the support, the attention, the moments, and the endless, endless love you gave me through the better and the worse, I will always keep, locked away, safe and sound.