My muse, my fire, my heart’s desire; I love you so fucking much, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. I love everything, from your random noises, to your pronunciation of apricots, to your immense heart. Every moment with you makes me happy. Every second apart feels like a lifetime. But it’s worth it because with you I feel like my best self, and you push me to be better. You are an immense driving force that gets me through the dark days. You are my family and my home. And more than anything I want you to have the best life you can have, because you deserve the only the best. I love you.

I’m sorry for messing up so bad. That I couldn’t be honest. That everything I said seemed to come out wrong. I still only want what’s best for you. And I know that isn’t me. I just don’t want to have to stop being friends or being close. I hope therapy helps unfuck my head so I can talk to you normally again.

I just want you to be happy. But I understand that I might be causing you to be unhappy, so maybe I’ll just have to stay away and fade into nonexistence between us.

Deep down I’ll always love you and you’ll always be someone I care about. I’m sorry for putting you through everything.