dear Pete,
i miss it. i miss you. but the old you. the you that wouldn't hit me. i miss us. the old us. the us that held hands and smiled. i miss being loved. i miss being cared about.
i miss the way you said you loved me, even if it was a lie. i miss it. i miss the way you kissed me and told me you loved me.
but that was then.
now we don't act like we exist. maybe it's better this way. i know you're over me, but i can't get over you, even if you called me unlovable and worthless. even if you hit me.
and i miss when we were just friends. the way we'd hang around and chill forever, joking and smiling. you seemed like the brightest star of all.
but you turned dull.
i turned dull.
why do i still miss you?
am i mourning something i never had? something i wish i had?
your love wasn't unconditional. and i know i shouldn't expect it to be. we're young, we don't know love. i just wished for more.
i can't help but miss us.
before we were poisonous.
sincerely, Patrick.
what i want to say to my ex rn
