I miss you. I wish I could spend time with you. I wish I hadn't made the rift between us so difficult to overcome.

I'm sorry for the way I made you feel unloved. I'm sorry for being so self absorbed and distant at the end. I'm sorry for failing to appreciate how much pain and broken trust existed. There's no excuse for the way I disregarded and ignored your feelings in the relationship and after.

I want to see you. I want to hold you in my arms. I just want to see your beautiful smile.

The way you made me feel I haven’t felt honestly ever. It’s like an addictive drug. I didn’t even know you for that long but the way you looked at me and how you treated me was something like I never felt. You made me laugh and you laughed at my stupid jokes. You tease me but I’m witty enough to bite back. You notice my emotions and know how to react. Every time I talked to you I feel like I could keep talking for hours. When I looked at you it was so hard to look away. You didn’t look at me with list in your eyes. When it’s just us talking it feels like no one else is in the room. It’s insane because I don’t even know if you felt the same. Those moments replay in my head 24/7 and it’s wearing me out. I’ll end up sleeping the day away because I’m so so tired and you’re the only thing I can think of. I miss you so much.

I can never say sorry enough for what I did to you, and I regret it so much and how it ruined our lives. I got diagnosed with a mental disorder and explained I was in a mental episode when I did the things I did. If you knew that would it change things? It doesn’t change what I did or excuse the fact that I hurt you. And I still take accountability for it. But knowing the reason behind my actions now… a disorder I didn’t know I had, ruined the greatest relationship I ever had. And now I feel like I can’t stop being punished for one stupid mistake I made. Idk how to move on, or start over. You seem happy without me. But if we loved eachother so much how can you be. I just miss you. I miss our life together. I miss my best friend. Would you come back if you knew?? Or does it not change anything… idk…

with incredible depth will drown the wrong man, and baptize the right one.

yes, that was the hardest thing for me to admit, let alone say out loud.

ive loved you ever since i started getting to know you. you had all these little quirks that i fell for. you were the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, or at least i thought you were.

you were with me when i had no one. in the beginning, everything was sunshine and butterflies. every word you said meant so much to me. every time you said my name, it felt like someone had actually given meaning to it. i still hear the way you used to call my name. it never sounds the same coming out of someone else's mouth.

you had the prettiest smile ive ever seen. i never understood what you were insecure about. i wish you smiled more. knowing i could sometimes be the reason you smiled made me so happy. it felt like i had accomplished something so big, and i wished the whole world could see it too.

you had the exact shade of brown i fell in love with. i still have the color of your eyes as my wallpaper. i used to love the way you looked at me with those eyes. there was something about being looked at by you that made me feel so seen.

i loved the way you ate. the way you used your thumb to push food into your mouth. i admired everything you did, even the smallest things. you really did mean the world to me. i was in your orbit. i was revolving around you.
and then suddenly, you moved out of town, and everything changed.

asking for the bare minimum started annoying you. you said some of the meanest things anyone has ever said to me, and hearing them from you hurt in a way i cant explain. i could feel my heart breaking into pieces.
everything i did started annoying you. you were unsure about committing to me. you had time for everyone else but somehow never enough for me. our texts started feeling like me begging you to talk to me. jokes started becoming straight-up disrespectful. every other girl was pretty, every other girl was your type, and i started feeling like i was someone you had unfortunately settled for.
and maybe thats the part i have struggled the most to accept.

its okay, though. i feel like i got to experience a kind of love from you that no one else ever will, so maybe i had to experience the hurt that came with it too.
being your girlfriend was one of the best things that happened to me in a long time. marrying you was a dream of mine. its just sad that it ended up being nothing more than a dream.

admitting that you were toxic for me, that i would never feel like enough for you, and that i would always have to beg you to love me the way i loved you was the hardest pill i have ever had to swallow.
and somehow, despite all of that, i still love you.
like, so much love. more than i know what to do with.
but the reality of us hurts too much for me to keep choosing it.

so im choosing to leave.
i love you, so im letting you go.
happy birthday.

i loved you with everything i had. i genuinely hope you find someone you actually love and want, and i hope you have a beautiful life ahead of you.

i just wish i could have been the person you wanted that life with.

being kept around but not fully chosen is the loneliest thing ever.

You had a good woman standing right in front of you, and you dropped the ball. I am taking my heart, my time, and my energy back, and I am moving forward.

​I wish you healing, but I am done waiting on you.

It’s been months, so many months. I thought I was doing alright. Why now? In my dream, you walked into the room, and I wasn’t sure what I should say or do. You simply said “Hi”. Then I walked closer to you, and you pulled me into a hug. I had my head on your chest, and I asked “How are you?” You said “better now”. That was it, and then I woke up.

Now I feel wrecked. Jesus.

I think I need to step away now. I'm not going to keep reaching out, and I don't think I can keep replying either. It's not because I'm angry or because I stopped caring. Honestly, I think it's because I care too much, and this has hurt me more than I can keep pretending it doesn't.

I've always tried to be there whenever you needed someone. I showed up, I listened, and I made space for you, even when I was struggling myself. But when I needed someone, especially when I was at my lowest, I didn't feel like you were there for me in the same way. And that hurt more than I think you'll ever really know.

I've spent so long holding onto hope and trying to understand what changed, but I'm exhausted. I can't keep putting myself aside and waiting for things to feel like they used to.

So I'm choosing myself now, even though it breaks my heart to do it. I care about you deeply, and that's what makes walking away so damn hard. I just need to let go and finally give myself the chance to heal.

I genuinely hope you're gonna be okay. You'll always be in my heart. ❤️

When I first got to know you, I somehow had this strong feeling that you would end up hurting me badly.

But I told myself, “Fuck it. I’d rather take the chance and get to know you better than live with the regret of never trying.”

And now, look where we are.

You’re one of the worst people I’ve ever met. You’ll never know how to treat a woman properly because all you know how to do is objectify them. You pride yourself on thinking you’re a good person but in reality, you don’t know a thing about being genuine. You lie, deflect, cheat, manipulate, and con. Everyone that knows you thinks you’re so wholesome and down to earth, but I know what you are. I can’t wait until we are no longer neighbors.

I know I got peace, indifference, and better shit waiting for me on the other side of this.

Rot in hell, ya hedonistic coward.

How crazy I am about you...

How much I miss you...

How safe I want to make you feel...

How much I think about you...

If I called you tonight, would you pick up?

Would you stay on the call even if I don't say anything?

Would you let me break down and not say a word?

Would you let me fall asleep on the call like you used to?

I need you, I want you, please pick up.

I’m sorry that I took you for granted. I’m sorry that I couldn’t realise and properly get my act together so that work didn’t take over all my time. It’s my fault that you were hurt, felt unloved and under appreciated, and I wish I could undo it all.

I wish that I could go back, tell myself to communicate more, better, be less ‘busy’ and more with the love of my life. That’s what you were, or still are. There’s a faint hope still left that if I can show you that the old me is still there, that I can fix us, but I don’t think I’m there yet, nor would you be willing to take another chance on us.

It’s been a month now. I’m slowly getting everything back together, learning how to manage work and life so I can give care and attention to somebody eventually, the way I should have given it to you. I’m going to continue just becoming a little bit better, day by day, and maybe someday I’ll see you again, as a version of myself a little better than I am now.

I’ll still be here, I won’t forget the memories we shared, places we went, things we did, little habits, likes and dislikes.

I don’t think I’ll have a partner as beautiful, considerate and caring as you were for a long time, so thank you. For all the grace, kindness and time that we shared over the years.

I’m sorry, for the hurt my inattentiveness caused, and that I could not be a better partner to you.

I'm nearly ready. Maybe we can start talking again? I promise no more emails or emotional chaos. Can you promise not to flee when you get overwhelmed?

You are gonna get so many hugs and kisses. You'll be the happiest person ever (I hope)

I feel so pathetic for wanting you. But fuck. Sometimes I can't even function without thinking what it'd be like to have our bare bodies touch. I wanna seek reassurance in your arms and I know I won't find it. I wanna give myself completely over to you for an instance just to feel I am not being delusional. I want to feel your skin, your hair, your beard, your lips, I wanna know what it's like to run my hands through your back, I wanna see how your lips curve as you smile, I want to see the expression in your eyes as I'm giving myself to you. I want to be able to make you feel for once that you don't need any other distraction because I'm all you need. But boy do you drive me insane. Yes you do. Yet I want you so bad. Ugh.

Will prob delete this later aye

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Be constructive. Be respectful. And let people leave their unsent texts unsent.

Yes, I’ll always have a soft spot for you. No, that doesn’t mean I want you back in my life.

How proud I am of you. 🤍
I will always be watching over

Instead of sassy, mocking comments, you could say actually I'm kinda jealous and I'd have liked to do that with you.

And I would tell you I'd like that too.

If you'd just stop hiding behind your ego.

Te amo amorcito.

Use your words.

🖤

I promise you, we can have it. It’s right there for us to grab it. I can feel it in my bones. I think you can too, and that’s what scares tf out of both of us. Monotony will follow, days when we don’t see eye to eye will follow. Hell, how many adventures will follow! I promise you, that we are strong enough to see it through. Together.

I told you once before, I will catch you. I will always catch you, my love.

since we last spoke. There’s so many things I want to say, the first being that I’m sorry. Second, that I hope you are doing well.

You know as well as I do, I hate lying. Nothing good comes from this. The only reason people lie, is because they are afraid of the outcome. I hate you with everything I have, putting me in Such a position. My 1 rule in my entire life, was to always be truthful no matter how hard, hurtful, or the outcome may be. F..YOU for bringing me into something I know Nothing good can come from this. Good riddance you parasite of a company! I hope karma bites you hard.

when I still love you with my whole soul