I don't know why I'm writing this exactly. I suppose for closure. Or maybe just because I'm selfish. I was so so in love with you. I was willing to drop everything, not persue my dreams, to move near you. There's nights I lie awake wondering where we went wrong. But there's no point anymore. There's no us. I miss the old you James. The one who could make me laugh when I felt bad, the one who got me through some of the darkest times. But you probably wouldn't care about me now. And I understand. I hope, I really do, that she's good for you. That she loves you, for not who you could be, but who you are.
