The Letter
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  • Reads 57
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 8
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Jan 24, 2016
Dear him,
I knew you were gonna leave...
I know you probably won't ever talk to me again but I'm sorry. You don't know how sorry I am...
I'm sorry for caring so much. I'm sorry for trusting you. I'm sorry for being sad. I'm sorry for my past. I'm sorry for telling you everything. I'm sorry for not being good enough. I'm sorry for how fucked up I am. I'm so sorry for everything and I'm so very truly sorry for ever 
loving you.
You made me happy. You made me so fucking happy. Like no one has ever before. You made me forget about how worthless I actually felt inside. You just made me happy.
It breaks my heart to know that I won't be yours anymore. It breaks my heart to know I was never good enough for you. It breaks my heart to know that I won't be able to make you happy anymore. It just fucking breaks my heart to know that you don't want anything to do with me anymore.
I'm sorry for not being good enough.
I'm sorry for ever trying...


 I'm so sorry for loving you so much.
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