i let you in. i fucking let you in and you completely destroyed me and i’d still choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i'd find you and i'd choose you. don’t you get it? i chose you, over anyone else. i always fucking choose you. but i'm not someone you’d cry over.
i hate that i still think you're a good person, sigh. i want to let you go but i can't because if i let you go i'll lose everything i have. i still love you and that makes me sad. because it’s you. it’s been you for the past 398 days. since the moment i met you. it’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. it’s you when i’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. you are everywhere and you are everything.
i hate to admit but that's the truth. can we get back to where we’ve started? i miss the times when we used to talk to each other everyday, i am so sorry about what happened before, please come back.
"but it was you who left me."
