Category : Diary/Journal

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Dear Bryson,
It's been a week now and I find it harder and harder to get over you. The taste of your lips, the warmth of your body, the softness of your voice. It all lingers within my mind. You made me feel alive and without you to be there makes me dead inside. I am nothing but broken glass nobody has tried to clean up. They look at the mess you created and walk around it to avoid being caught with the burden of finding the pieces and putting them back together. The love I had and still have for you was and will always be great, for I never knew I could love and that kind of capacity. Our end was my fault and mine alone. You told me not to talk to him and I didn't listen. This is what I deserve. The hell that is my mind will not subside. My heart aches to be in your presence again, but this is what you wanted right? You wanted to see me so broken, so ruined that you could then move on with your life knowing and loving the damage you caused. Not all of this was your fault. I bear most of the weight of this disaster on my shoulders. Life will never be the same. Our love was supposed to last forever but I guess forever was only supposed to be a few years. Nothing will ever make me forget. Maybe someday in the future we can try again or maybe we don't. maybe you'll find someone better and more worthy of your time. I know I didn't deserve you, but I tried. I guess you were right. I'm not normal and I never will be. Sorry could never make it better. I've hit rock bottom and as I beg for help you stand and ignore my cries of anguish. Maybe the time has come to where I dont need to be here anymore. So I write this to you as my final goodbye. I cannot bear to live without you so I just won't live. I love you to the moon and back times infinity. I'm just sorry it wasn't enough.

Love,
Me