I can't do this. I tried. I can't.

It hurts too much.

Thinking about you is agonizing.

Maybe I'm not ready yet.

The wounds are still raw.

All I know is that all these thoughts in my head, about us, about you... they're killing me.

And I miss you. And I hate missing you.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I just cry because it often feels like you were never here. Never in my life.

The only evidence I have of you is this pain I feel right now. Right here.

My guilt is eating me up. All my regrets. All the mistakes I made. All those times I hurt you in some way or another.

Maybe I'm being masochistic.





I just miss you goddammit.