It’s been a year. I still sit up at night crying wishing you’d come back for me though I know you won’t. I still wish you’d tried harder to hold on to me. I wish you’d loved me the way I loved you but you didn’t. You were there in the moments I needed you most and I thank you for that but I can’t help but think what would’ve been if things had never ended. I miss you. I wish you’d ask for
forgiveness and mean it because I needed you to be the person I wanted you to be