Dear M,
Sometimes I hate you. I hate that you made me feel things for you. I hate that I wanted to spend time with you and you didn't want the same. I hate that for the first time in my life I tried. And I hate that I lost sleep over you and that I can't stop thinking about you. Because you never tried for me the way I tried for you.
You made me believe that I could be happy. You made me believe that my loneliness could be cured. Except I couldn't give you that back. I couldn't be that for you. I wasn't enough. And it hurts. And I feel like I am betraying myself for letting it hurt me.
I hope you find someone that makes you happy. I hope they make you laugh and smile so hard your cheeks hurt. I hope they challenge you to be the best version of yourself as possible. You are good. You are worthy of a love that makes you feel alive.
Thank you for the memories and the laughter even when life was dark and scary.
You will always be the chancellor in my heart.
Love your president.
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Endlessly Falling
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