I really loved you. I actually cared about you. I’m sorry that that wasn’t enough. I’m sorry that I didn’t know that less was more. I’m glad you’re happy. Finally. You deserve it. I wish we talked more. I miss you like crazy. You were the best person to me. Even when shit got broken towards the end you were still more of a friend to me than the people I call friends now. You meant more to me. You treated me like a real human being instead of just some rag doll. With you I felt secure and okay and like I actually mattered in this world. Now I feel alone. Even when I’m surrounded by the people that claim they love me. They claim they care about me. With you.. it was pain at the end. With them it’s every day. Please come back. I miss you. I need you. I wish oh I wish I had you. Even if things weren’t the best towards the end I’d still take it compared to what I have to put up with now.
It’s funny I rather have a certain pain compared to another.