it’s about to be a month since we broke up, and idk if you even think about me anymore. but i know i can’t stop thinking about you. meeting you changed me, speaking to you for the first time didn’t feel like introducing myself to a stranger – it felt like catching up with an old friend. sparks flew between us instantly and i still really think you’re the one.
im sorry for the way i acted, i should have thought about what was making me upset instead of just acting blindly. i just wanted to spend time with you, because i was always lonely and you had so many people and so much to do. im sorry for ruining us, it really is my fault.
i wish you didn’t run from the problem and throw away a good year of our lives, i wish you told me how you felt so we could have done something about it. i still hope that we have another chance, and maybe that makes me stupid, but i don’t care.
i know we’re young but its really supposed to be us, i feel that in my gut. i have never met anyone like you in my life and there is no other you out there, there is no one else for me. the thought of being with someone else makes me sick.
– m.s