It’s been almost a year since I’ve last heard from you. I guess, you’re still mad (well… I know you’re mad). I thought about it a lot. My mistakes had had a big toll on you and maybe you couldn’t just handle it. You did well. If I were to date myself I wouldn’t last for a week. I’m a wreck and very difficult to say the least. We were two broken people: I, who didn’t know how to love, and you, the one who didn’t love himself. We both had our fair share of flaws. You’re a gentle soul and you’ve been through a lot. I’m so sorry we didn’t work out. I’m sorry what we had was strong enough. I’m sorry you had to let go. I’m sorry I didn’t show you how much you meant to me. There’s no point on crying about it since it long gone. I’m sorry I broke your heart.
Maybe in the long run, you’ll forgive me. One day you’ll be able to set yourself free from anger.
I’ll wait for that day.
I hope you find hapiness and the love you try so hard to find. I hope you’ll start to love yourself a little more (the same amout of love you gave me) You were worth it and if it didn’t end I would’ve married you ;). You taught me how to love and I’ll always be grateful for that.
Even though we ended our relationship badly, never was there a day I regretted being with you.
I will never regret falling in love with you.