Happy Belated Birthday to my Favourite Person,
Woah it's been how many years now? You're already 26 and I finally hit the 20th mark in my life! Time passes like a blur when you're focused on other things. I used to be a crying, sobbing mess of a teenager— Broken hearted and defeated, believing that I messed up my one chance at having the perfect life with my person. I thought you'd be that person... I still think you're supposed to be that person, Bradley.
After all these years, I don't think I've ever apologized properly for what I did to you. Every sorry, every "I hope you someone better.", all the crying and regretting— I feel like they're not enough. I'll forever carry the guilt of what happened to us. And a part of me is glad that I broke it off and you're spreading your wings and prioritizing yourself first. I'm very proud of the person you've become!
But a part of me, this selfish version of me, still wishes that the silly totino loving boy from her past would give her a sign. Do you still feel something whenever the thought of me comes to mind? Do you regret not fighting for us harder? Are you still angry at me for breaking us off? Do you still want me back in your life?
I wonder when I'll move on. I'm afraid that I'm going to miss you for the rest of my life— 5-6 years have passed and still here I am crying some nights when I remember you and how good we were. But maybe it's better if that chapter of us stays closed for good now. I'll always love you and you'll always have a place in my heart, but there's no need for you to love me back, or even acknowledge my existence anymore. But I'll still be here, just here. Loving and cheering you on, celebrating your milestones as if they're my achievements as well.
I love you, Bradley. I don't know how I'd make it up to you. I hope you know that I did everything thinking that it would be best for you. I was selfish, and I'm sorry.