Introduction

I’m sorry.

I can’t say that enough.

I left because I thought I wasn’t happy with you.

You weren’t giving me what I need.

You were hardly giving me anything at all.

Except for your body, maybe once every couple of weeks.

But even then, that was never for me.

I was starting to believe that it was all you had to give.

You came, and you went as you pleased.

Typically, late at night.

I was tired of never feeling at ease.

I never meant what I said to you.

At least not all the bad things.

My anger took over, like yours often does.

I guess it was my mistake to think you’d understand.

The truth is, we are both at fault.

We lost touch with ourselves a long time ago.

But I still think of you every single day.

A mix of untamed feelings constantly controlling my brain.

I know that if you’re meant to be mine, one day you will return.

Your name will show up on my phone.

Together we will explore our lessons learned.

Until then, these are my entries.