You.
I could never tell you how important you were to me.
I could never understand how you saw so much good in me even on my darkest days. How you would look at any negative thing and find some kind of positive out of it. How you would send dorky memes just because.
All because no matter how much I would say something, it never felt like enough.
Maybe to you it was enough, but for me it was never enough. I couldn't get enough of you. You were my rock, my comfort, my smile when I needed it.
But it never felt enough to me because I knew the end was inevitable.
Not even because there were issues with us. That's not the case at all. We could have easily been endgame.
Outside forces forced the miles between us to our disadvantage and the physical toll it took on us was the epitome of our doom.
It hurt me so much knowing that this was gonna happen. And it's hurting me even more knowing how much you're hurting right now.
Knowing texting you would just pull us into an emotional hole of sadness, guilt, and depression. Even though right now those feelings are bothering both of us right now. But even worse, alone.
And knowing I desperately want your comfort and how I want to comfort you back. But also knowing that will hurt us even more.
I can never tell you again how much you truly meant to me, or how much you still do.
But I will never forget you.
And I will never regret any single text I got from you.
I will remember how you always would try to make me happy.
I will remember the sweet affection you would give me in person, but could only send through GIFs and words.
I will never forget how you made me feel beautiful after just going through an altering procedure.
I will never forget you.
Never hon.
Never.
