I love you. I feel like I always will, even after how terribly I treated you when we broke off. The scars I left on your heart that sting at the sound of my name in passing conversation. I know you will never take me back. You’re too kind of a person to be with me. And even after I left you, I still came back, pleading for your affection in the tiny, toxic conversations, yearning for your solace, your comfort, your love. If I ever told you the swirling hurricane of emotions in my heart, you’d never speak to me again god I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry.