Journaled Volume Four - Page 6

An Open Letter

7.28.15

It's not easy to say these things out loud. Let me explain when I told you I could no longer be with you. It didn't mean that this was a want, but a need. I never wanted to stop. I never wanted this to be over, but you see that's the issue. Where else could this go?

Realistically we were doomed from the start. I like to think if I never got drunk that night and messaged you I never would have worked up the courage. The courage tp start something that probably shouldn't have begun, but I don't regret any of it. I try to live without regrets, and even if I had a head full of them, none of them would be you.

I wanted this more than I wanted to admit. Everything with you was easy and difficult at the same time. I want to hit you just as much as I want to kiss you. It's your stupid smug face, but I can't do this. Thinking about you isn't really helping me and I selfishly still wanted us to be friends, if we ever were.

I know I can be insensitive and I didn't think that maybe you no longer want anything to do with me. I still wanted to be close to you, and have you say may name the way you used to. Again, that was insensitive like the text. I am so sorry about that.