Unsent Messages

You were pretty good at your job. I miss you so much love. You made me so happy. It was never your fault, please know that. You moved, and you couldn't help that, I know. It sucks. I can't hate you, and sometimes I think it would be easier if I could. You changed the way I thought about myself. Everything you said was so perfect, you were so perfect. I miss you. I can't stop thinking about you. Somedays it's just faint, like the radio in the car when you're about to fall asleep, but other times it's all that I can think of. I wanna tell you things, and I want you to make the sad go away because you were so good at that, but it's not your job anymore. I'll always look for triangles in the stars, and think of you when I curl my hair, but you're not mine to think about, because I'm not yours. God did I love being yours. I really hope you don't miss me as much as I miss you, because this sucks. Being friends is killing me, because all I want is to tell you I love you, but I won't. You made me so so happy. I'm sorry. I love you. I'll always love you.
You're the only person that could make everything okay, and now I feel so lost.
I haven't felt pretty since you stopped saying it. You were the first person to convince me I was worth something and now I feel so worthless.
I know you'll never see this, and I know nothing will ever go back to how it was, but if even for five seconds, you could be mine again, I would take that. You were the best thing to ever happen to me.
Tell moto he's the love of my life.
I miss you love, I miss you so much.