I miss you.
I miss the way we were.
I miss the laughs that we shared and the memories that we made.
I miss our little inside jokes.
I miss talking to you everyday.
I miss calling you my best friend.
There’s not a day that I don’t think about you.
But you found someone, someone better than me, someone that you seem to have more laughs with than we ever made, someone you care about more.
But it’s okay, you weren’t the one that fucked everything up,
It was me.
And I’m truly sorry.