I haven’t deleted the photos from my phone.
I looked at them yesterday and the pain that surged through my heart should’ve been enough for me to delete them forever, but mingled in all that pain was so much love I still have for you.
I haven’t deleted our old conversations.
I go through them sometimes and remember all the good and how I could text you anytime.
I do skip over the songs you showed me.
Sitting through 3 minutes of lyrics you loved enough to share with me is just too much for my heart, but I can’t bring myself to delete them from my playlist either.
Whenever I have a bad day, or a good day, or I see a funny meme, or I hear a really good song… I think of you still. I want to share it with you, but I can’t and it shatters my heart more every time.
I’m sorry we couldn’t reconcile.
I’m sorry you thought I was harsh. Truly, I wasn’t blaming you for anything, I was only trying to explain where I was coming from in hopes you’d understand.
I’m sorry you couldn’t find it in you to even respond to me, but instead just cut me out completely as if I never existed.
I didn’t realize I was so disposable.
I don’t know what your end game was, but if it was to punish me by destroying me completely, you succeeded exceptionally well.
I think of you every day, and I hope you’re happy and well.
I’m… Sorry. And I hope you know that I never wanted to hurt you.
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