maybe there’s just something about you that makes me think of you constantly every second of the day.
maybe it’s because you were my first love or that you actually may have cared but I took it for granted.
maybe I actually did love you but I let my mental illness take over and I didn’t think I loved you anymore.
but now it’s all gone. I fucked it up and you don’t want to talk to me anymore.
maybe it’s because I left you
maybe it’s because I cheated because I didn’t think you gave me the attention I thought I deserved.
maybe you were too good for me and you deserve someone better.
I love you,
I miss you.
I hope you find the right one, because we all know it wasn’t me to begin with.