I sometimes still dream of being able to be held in your hands as you promise me nothing will hurt me. I still truly love you even though you don't seem to feel the same. At times I cry, begging to whatever the fuck is in the aboves to tell me that you still care and love me. I never meant to break it up between us and I feel so stupid for letting it all go just because I thought I wasn't worth a dime. Now, I so badly just want to be in your hoodie, talking about what we want in a shared flat meanwhile eating pizza and laughing.
I'm so sorry for letting you go.
C.C.