You know, I tried my best to convince myself that I don't love you.
You have plenty of flaws, and when I took a step back, I closed my eyes and thought of them instead of all the good you are.
When I saw you, I felt nervous, and truth be told I'd had severe anxiety for the last four days straight for a number of reasons, which led to two crying breakdowns in the end.
So it was all kind of culminating to this one point.
I tried not to look at you, I really did, because I think subconsciously I knew that would be what would do me in.
Your hair, your voice, your smile, your humor,
Seeing all the good in you again made my heart ache for what is lost.
I miss you, and I know that, and it doesn't matter how much I try to hide it or change it, it's there.
Sorry if my scent bothered you (as I have a hunch it did), I promise it wasn't intentional. It's stronger now because of the hormones. Kinda gross.
And I'm sorry for calling you. Learned (I think) you blocked my number, which is good to know.
My heart aches for you still, despite my best efforts.
I didn't make a decision because I truly didn't know what to choose.
There was a burried part of me that wanted to see you again, to laugh with you again,
But after hearing your tone in the phone call I don't know if I should have come.
It made me want to roll into a ball and slip away, hide from the world, from you,
But I had a phone to retrieve.
I'm sorry. I don't know what I could have done differently last night, but I'm sorry.
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