Even if you grow to love someone else, please don’t forget about me, because I’ll never forget about you. You made my life worth living, and I wish only the best for you. I love you, so, so much, and when my time comes, that love will die with me too. It was so special that only you and I truly knew about it. Maybe just me, actually.
Don’t forget about us, because that’s the only thing that can crush me completely, irrevocably. Knowing that I cherish the 4 years we spent together and you think of it as like a stain on your shirt. Your influence has weaved itself into my everyday; am I the same to you? God I hope so.
Goodbye my love. I love you so fucking much












