We broke it off today. My heart hurts for you.
When did this stop being worth fighting for. We both have just given up. I hate it. I hate being without you. I wanted you to be better not just for me but for yourself. You don't deserve the hatred and self loathing that you put yourself through. You said that maybe we can try again, when you've got your shit together. But what does that even mean?
Are you gonna go to counselling for your addiction and how you cant stand being sober? Or start self reflecting and seeing the person you want to become.
Or want things for yourself like getting your license.
Because i can see you are lost and confused and i want nothing more than to help you but i cant do anything cause you're not willing to help yourself. I wish i could have taken your pain away, i so badly wanted to take it all away so all that would be left would be love, happiness, respect and joy.
That is what i felt when i was with you.
Not when we argued or when we would treat each other so horrribly. I wont forget that but even if we dont get back together i will always remember the love we shared for each other. All the nights we spent talking and laughing and crying and opening our hearts. The kisses, the cuddles, the play fighting and bickering. The surprise kiss attacks and the neck tickles. I will remember it all. Im sorry it ended like this and im sure you are too. I love you so much and i fucking hope that you dream bigger and strive for success cause that is what i believe you deserve. And if you find someone else she's gonna be a lucky girl.
