I really hope you don’t forget me.
You’re still the first thing I think abt when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I fall asleep. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I can’t help but check my phone to see if you tried to reach me. You know, possibly say that you missed me or that you love me or just that you were thinking of me too. When I do get something from you, which isn’t what I ever really expect, I still get butterflies and it makes me happy for that split second. I wish I was that happy again. I wish I was with you again. If I had you again, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I did in the past. I’ve learned. These 4 months apart have done nothing but break me apart. I am so deeply sorry.
