DATE: 01/03/2022
I'd say one thing I love about you is your positivity if they'd ask me two years ago. Now I can't. Now you're broken. And somehow I became the positive one. At least that's what I try to show you. And even when I'm at my worst I know you're in a deeper hole. I see your pain. I could see it in your eyes when no one else did. And now that you showed it many, I'm the only one who stayed. Why? Because I love you. It was never about your positivity and the way you looked at life. It was always about the person you are. And it will always be about that. I'll love you the same if I know how broken, tired and angry with this life you are.
But I miss your smile. I miss it so much. I miss seeing you happy, spreading that positivity around everyone. I want that version to come back. That it finds a balance with your current mood. I wish we could go back in time. Maybe I could save you from this hell. And maybe then I could answer that again. Maybe you'd still be one of the most positive people I know. But I can't go back. I can only try to remember a memory that's fading away and miss it. Or try to bring it back...
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