I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused you over the years, that I didn’t mean all the nasty things I said, and that I just said them to hurt you. That I’m sorry for being a creep for so long. That doesn’t make it ok, but still. I wish I could apologise for so many things. I wish I could spend the rest of our lives making it up you, but apparently you aren’t actually here, I’m just delusional, so I just gotta move on. I loved you more than anyone I’ve ever met. Goodbye.
