It's been 3 years. And here I still myself wondering about you and how you are. Though I have learned to move on, I still do not understand. But I realize now we were not meant to be friends. If God wanted us to stay together it would've happened. Call it a lesson. Call it traumatic. I've learned to leave it be and let it go. I hope you learn to do the same. I never wished I'll things of you. And I only wish for you the best. I hope you find your happiness. Life's imperfect and I realize now I was a troubled child. But merely that. We were only children back then. It's coming around the corner. My 21st birthday. I am proud to say I've grown up. If you want to talk to me, I'll let it be your choice. You come to me, you step over that line. Because for me, im not willing to spiral down that mess all over again. Im sorry I hurt you back then. I never forgot it. And I sometimes still think about it. I sometimes wish I just got to see you in person one last time to say I'm truly sorry. Wish you well.
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Letters to You
PoetryThe letters I never was able to give The things I was never able to say These are all the things I wanted to give you In the hopes to make you stay *** asterisks will be used for trigger warnings
