I really miss you. It’s only been a couple of weeks since, but sometimes it feels like you’re being physically torn out of me. I don’t like the choice I’ve made, but most of all I hate what I’ve done to you. If I could let you be the one to have good friends, to be able to ignore and never worry about the things people say and think about you, I’d do it. I’d do it a thousand times and not hesistate once. I keep falling into a foggy daze, and though it only lasts a few seconds, I feel every emotion you ever brought to me, every hug, every tight grip, every flutter of happiness you ever showed to me, every smile you’ve given me. It cuts me to the core every-time, and I have to stop whatever I’m doing at the time to mentally force a distraction. I just hope you find happiness again. It’s such a cliche’d break-up, but it’s not the time in my life to commit. It didn’t matter how many exceptions you would have given me, I would never have overcome my destructive nature. On a boundless field I will be able to understand my faults, and master them properly. There is no purity in betraying someone, and if I lead my life with lies and selfishness, I will end up just like my father, and the more people say it to me, the more the fear drives me. If you ever read this, just know my love for you was real. I wish I could pause your mind, sort out myself and when I was settled as a person, unpause you. But you now have experienced unending misery, and when you fight through your cocoon you with emerge as a butterfly too beautiful for the likes of me. You’ll be one of those girls that will make a guy forget about everyone else, and you’ll forget all about me, and what we shared, and you’ll never feel loneliness again in your life.