On the 20th of December, I broke up with you. I told you three things. All of them were true.
1. I don’t miss you.
2. I love you.
3. I’m sorry.
I know. Unbelievable. No wonder you got so mad. But, that was the truth. I love you. A lot. But, I just… I just don’t /love/ you.
At least, I didn’t think so.
It’s been 7 months and I’m still thinking of you. 6 months ago, I heard you already had someone new.
I know I shouldn’t feel hurt because I was the first to let go. But, goddamn, it’s still a heavy blow.
That fast, really? Ouch.
But, really, I guess that’s my fault. I wanted to be honest when I wasn’t entirely sure. I thought breaking things off was being mature. But, really, that decision made was premature – hell, even immature.
And, I don’t know. I’m sorry.
I know I can’t tell this to your face but here are three things I want to say:
1. I miss you.
2. I love you.
3. I’m sorry.
I honestly hope you’re happier. And I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I hope she loves and takes care of you the way that I didn’t. I’m so sorry.
