dear ryan

december 11 , 2015

I can only wish that you become happy.

Maybe that is being single.

Maybe that is being with someone else.

There isn't another girl.

But I wouldn't be surprised.

I have grown uglier.

I have grown heavier.

I have grown more tired.

Maybe I will never be fit for a relationship.

I think I'll always just want you.

We were supposed to be together forever.

And people said we were just too young.

But love knows no limits, right?

I'm not sure anymore.

I am not sure about anything.

If this truly is the last time we talk.

If I really will never get to warm my hands up with yours.

Or borrow sweatpants, just to have then pool on the floor from being too big.

If this is the last you will walk me to class.

Or the last you will drive me home.

The last I get to kiss you.

The last I get to hold you.

If this is the last time I will breathe, knowing you aren't there if anything happens.

Then all I can say is that I'm sorry.

I will always love you.