You will never read this. Though if you happen to stumble here..
Sometimes, I regret meeting you. Sometimes. One of those times is now.
But even if I do, I can never possibly erase the fact that you [are] a very big part of my life. And that I was very happy when I was with you.
Though I don’t have a fault in this, and it’s just in my pathetic nature to keep apologizing for my existence, I’m sorry that I didn’t have your attention for long because you seem to be so cozy with..
Anyway. I’ve told you this before, and I’ll say it again. One. Last. Time.
I accept you for who you are, just be a good boy…or try to be at the very least. I’ll love you always.