As I sit here alone inhaling all of my memories, "our memories". I can't help but remember the day we met. How our eyes caught each other. I knew exactly what I felt, Love.
I remember thinking, this could actually mean something, Something big, Something better, Most importantly, something worth trying for. Those first two years, I can't even forget them even if I want to. How could I? Not only did I fell in love with you, But also myself. And I will always hate you for teaching me something so difficult.
I remember how I fucked each and everything up. How easily I manged to mess up the only good thing going on in my life. Maybe you were right. It was me. You had your limits, and maybe I was too much. I never blamed you for leaving me in the middle of nowhere How could I? I was a mess, I still am. And to be honest I blame myself. I always will.
I know, I'm wasting my time. I know, You will never read this. And, I know, "this" is not going to serve any purpose whatsoever. But maybe it is appropriate for this one little thing I blame you for.
Out of all the things in the world you taught me, Living without you wasn't one of them.