I was looking through things today, a lot of old things. bad idea, right? I think you would have told me to stop, but I did it anyway. you know me. I still have that message. I couldn’t delete it, you told me to keep it so... I am. I wonder if you saw the message I wrote you... I was really missing you that day. I still am. I just hope maybe you’ll see it sometime. I know... it’s not the same, but I really meant everything I said to you. I know you meant what you said to me too.
I keep writing to you here, as if you'll see it, I don't actually think you will. I don’t know if it even matters anymore. it feels like I’m writing to myself a little more, but it helps. it does. I just don’t want to regret anything I said to you or feel like it was for nothing.
I won’t throw out anything you gave me. I want to remember it all, even if it hurts right now. even if things didn’t turn out like we wanted or planned. I feel like I’m lingering too much, but every time I’m happy for a moment I feel bad about it too. I’m somewhere in between, but... I was reminded by someone that I can take my time. I don’t need to force anything. today was a sad day, but. that’s what happiness is. you can’t lock it up in a box and think you can always have it. it comes and it goes and you have to let it. I don’t want to get too caught up there, even if sometimes I’d just like to forget everything and live like some happy fool, no memories at all. I could never do it, even if I really wanted to. just. thank you, for having so much happiness with me for so long. It wasn't any less in those moments because it ended now. I loved you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I can say that. it’s the truth.