I miss you. But it's over. I know it is. I've accepted it. But sometimes I like to think maybe we'll end up in a cozy London apartment like we use to talk about. I miss our crazy plans. I miss sitting in the grass with you, drinking sunkist and watching airplanes. I miss the way you made me feel on top of the world. I miss your hands all over my body. You were my reason for getting up in the morning and putting up with all the bullshit life threw at me.
I'm sorry everything went so wrong. I'm sorry I told you I'd always be there for you and then left. I'm sorry I hurt you. Know that I'll always be your little girl. You taught me what it was like to love. Thank you. This has been the best year of my life.
I don't know what I'm going to do when I see you with another girl. I promise not to mess it up. I want you to be happy.
I love you. Still. And always.