You know, i've been doing pretty good about not thinking about you. I used to think about you every moment of every day. I used to curl up in bed and stay there, crying and wondering why this all happened. I used to believe that you simply did not think I was worth it.
I still think this.
But I'm beginning to realize that maybe I loved you a hell of a lot more than you loved me. Hell, you may not have loved me at all.
"I just wasn't strong enough," you said. I could have been your strength. I could have given you strength. I would have. I couldn't deny you anything.
It's been three months since the last time we spoke. You've made no effort to contact me which only leads me to believe that you never really cared in the first place.
God, I'm such a fool.
I'd be lying if I said I wanted you to be happy with her. I don't. But I do wish you happiness in everything else.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love you. I do. My greatest fear is that I always will.
I was worth it. It may make me a bad person to think it, but I hope one day you realize what a huge mistake you made-- I hope you realize she doesn't make you as happy as you want to believe (and believe me, lovey, she doesn't. I know you. I've watched you with her. You care about her, that I believe, but you don't love her as much as you think you do).
Do you still dream about me?