When I think about love, I think about when I was little and I automatically knew what I wanted. Love just like that. Like your favorite color comes to you, or how a smile comes across your face. It should just hit you and you should know that’s how it’s supposed to be.

But I know it’s much too late because we’re way beyond repair but I want you to know that I was wrong for being angry, and it’s time I admit everything to you. I loved you. And yes, you hurt me, but all those times…it was no-one’s fault but mine. For feeling the way I did knowing that I was in the wrong. And I knew it would come back and bite me in the butt but I ignored it because I was just so happy to be yours. So when it all came undone I fell apart, and when you weren’t there to help me back up I lost it. I lost myself and I’m sorry for falling apart at your expense. I can understand why you were angry but I just need you to see why I was. I hope you understand.

I think that we got so close, there was no choice but to tear ourselves away from each other. We’re too young and maybe one day, we’ll be perfect for each other again, and every mistake we ever made will let us fall into place with one another. Maybe one day we can do this again.

It is one of life’s tragedies when you meet someone that you know is meant to be, but due to unexpected circumstances and misunderstandings, becomes someone you knew. Or when you can walk right past someone that at one part of your life was a big part of your life, and how you used to be able to talk to them for hours about the little nothings in life, and now you can barely look at them, and all you have left is that aching feeling in your soul.