so the other day, i thought about you again after quite awhile. its been ages since we last talked, and i wonder if you still remember me.
if you still recall all those memories we made together. you probably don't, but i do. and what if i could just meet you one last time? what if i could get the chance to tell you things i've ever wanted to tell you but never did. would i do it? would you care about the things i had to say? if i had the courage to tell you all of those things, i'd probably start with that damn word.
that word that destroys peoples lives, but also has the power to heal wounds. love. i'd tell you i loved you. i'd tell you that at some point in life, i'd do everything to make you happy. i think i already tried my best back then, i can't help but wonder if you tried your best, too. secondly, i'd tell you how much you destroyed.
you aren't aware, but you killed me.
you killed my happy personality, you killed my idea on love and maybe you even killed my soul.
what could possibly be the last thing that i'd tell you, right. three words. i miss you. i miss you because even though i don't think about you daily, its about the feeling i get when i do think about you. the feeling of anger, sadness, happiness, guilt, loss and regret all at once. the pain. the endless pain that leaves me breathless and in tears. and the sad part is, that you will never know. because i won't get to talk with you one last time and even if i would, i wouldn't have the courage
to say anything to you at all.
and i am deeply sorry
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