These arent here for a reaction, there's only one thing I want to hear, and it's already been made clear that I will never hear it. I write these for me, and because I think it should be known. If you don't want to read it then don't.
The tan line on my finger is already gone, the callous it made for six years is peeling and almost unnoticeable. I hate it, I never thought this would happen, I constantly wish it never had. I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry.
I know it sounds stupid and petty, but one of the things that I have thought about most is not going to the movie with you tonight. We were there together for every other one, but not to see a silly children's story end with you kills me. I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry.
I miss how you can be excited about the littlest thing, even though I teased you about it, I loved it and wished I could be more like that.
