i promised myself last night that i wouldn't write about you anymore, wouldn't think about you anymore, because it hurt too much. and it wasn't a good kind of pain. not like it used to be. this time, it just felt like my heart was being cut out of my chest and i cried i cried i cried because i'm losing you and i wish i wasn't.
but i'm still here writing about you, writing to you. it hurts but i need to do it.
i love you and i miss you and i'm sorry for all of these truths.