I was so scared to lose you that I acted in ways that drove you away. I was so angry and insecure and fucking weird. It's far too late now but for what it's worth, I'm sorry.
I feel like I made off with all the good memories while you held onto all the bad ones. If I could share something with you it would be all these great memories of us. I think you'd laugh and smile on memory lane with me.
Stay beautiful. I'm busy trying to grow the fuck up. I'm sorry.