I’m sorry for everything that happened. I tried my best. I gave it my all. I cared. I used to not care until I met you. But you were always so wishy washy with me. You hurt me in ways I never thought I could hurt. And I hate it. But I still talk to you. Often. And I have hopes it can work but I almost don’t want it to. Idk what it is. But I still feel like I need to keep you in my life. Or I need to be in yours. It’s so hurtful though. And I wish things could go back to how it was. I love you.