From: ABC
To: Bobi
Date: April 19, 2024, 7:09 pm UTC
a thing of the past now - but i'll always remember you fondly. hope youre thriving.
From: ABC
To: Bobi
Date: November 12, 2023, 9:25 am UTC
Itâs been almost two years & i still miss you. I hope you are alright
From: ABC
To: Bobi
Date: July 23, 2023, 6:50 am UTC
I'm sorry we don't talk as much as we used to
From: ABC
To: Bobi
Date: November 24, 2020, 8:50 pm UTC
Itâs been 5 months since we last talked properly and it honestly felt like years. I remember that day when we met in august and you told me that itâs worthless for us to go through the same stuff over and over again and i keep thinking that you did that because you cared about me and you knew i was hurting but you broke my heart so many times goddamnit and you knew how i felt every FUCKING time. I keep trying to think that we are not talking anymore bcs you want my beat but then i fucking remember that i was not the only one for you and you didn t care about me nearly as much as i did. i remember when i told you that if you keep treating me like that and u leave me you won t find me there to welcome you in mu arms but God i miss you so much and every week i m telling my friends that i m over u but inside i just know that if you ever decide to text me again my heart will literally melt in a heartbeat. I cared about you so much more than i let it show but you were not ready for it. I still search for you in every guy i meet but i know you have been ober me for a very long time
it really hurts that one day i ll have to watch you fall in love with someone else and i ll have to hear all the gossips and shit
I guess it will take a long time for me to forget you
From: ABC
To: Bobi
Date: November 8, 2020, 5:13 pm UTC
Hola. Quiero que sepas que me llenaste. Que con cada uno de tus mensajes arreglaste partes de mĂ que no sabĂa que estaban rotas. Y que tu silencio me pesa como ningĂșn otro, porque me dĂ cuenta de que amaba amarte y amaba que me ames. Me consuela pensar que podĂ©s llegas a ser mĂ persona, pero supongo que no es nuestro tiempo. SĂ algĂșn dĂa llega a serlo, te pido que me des todos los abrazos que necesitĂ© mientras escribĂa esto; llorando de ganas de hablarte y correr a tus brazos, cagada de miedo de que vos no sientas lo mismo, aĂșn cuando me dijiste que sĂ lo sentĂas. Te quiero, eso es tuyo y no te lo quita nadie.