Sometimes I still think of you.
I know it's wrong, I know you hate me.
But I can't help myself.
I want to hold you close.
To tell you I miss you.
But I know you hate me.
I hate you too.
But I still miss our days together.
I ruined us, just like I ruin everything.
I loved you, and you loved me.
I hope this finds you well.
Even though I don't know who you are.
I don't know you, you don't know me.
Because you don't exist.
But my feelings do.
And I wish you did too.
