A.R.
Those initials will haunt me forever.
When you hear about me, will you be sad?
Honestly, I don’t think you will.
You said you wanted to move on from me. So this will only make it easier to forget me.
That really does get me down. But that would depress anyone.
Someone with whom you’d shared such a close bond, such a strong relationship just up and decides one day that you don’t matter enough to even remember.
And sure, I fucked up. I did things I shouldn’t have. I made mistakes. But were they that bad?
There’s just one question I’m dying to know. Ironic choice of words.
Do you think of me in the middle of the night?
You Will.