It's been a while, I know.
I know that logically, it wouldn't happen.
I know that we could never be a "we" again.
I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry.
You want to know why?
Why I ended it?
The real reason,
Not the BS I told you?
I broke up with you because...
Because I was an idiot.
Because I didn't know how to deal with so much change.
Because I couldn't talk.
I couldn't communicate anything to you.
I was so used to my best friends as the only people that close.
And with them, I don't have to say anything.
I don't know how to talk and that ruined us.
I regret that I couldn't communicate my feelings to you.
I regret not trusting that you would always be there.
I regret a lot, but most of all...
I regret hurting you.
I know you've moved on.
That there won't be an "us."
But now I must accept this.
Must deal with the consequences of my choices.
A/N: Hey guys. I just wrote this. I really should be doing homework right now because I have like three projects due Monday and I have performances tonight and tomorrow night with really early call times. I just had to write this while it was in my head. I know the formatting is weird, but that's because I'm using my laptop and not my phone. Until next time. Oh and one more thing. The person this is about is on wattpad and will proably read this, so Person, if you read this, I'm sorry. ~ Jo
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A Broken Heart
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