Can’t help it sometimes ne. There’s no starting over sometimes, no wiping the slate clean in our lives. It’s those memories sometimes even as much as we try, they’re haunting. I want to forget but I can’t. It’s something I’m going to carry inside, in my blood for the rest of my life.
How long as it been, two years? More? Almost three. It’s still so fresh in my mind, the sting is so real still.
Sometimes I wondering if you’ve learned anything. If you ever think back on things and have any regrets for the way you did what you did. Sometimes I feel stuck. I want to hate you but sometimes I just cant. I totally feel like I’m going crazy lately. Thinking of everything I could have done to just keep us.
Maybe I’m just bitter.