I miss your voice. I miss every part and every piece of you.
You gave me a purpose in life, you taught me how to open up and how to let people in and how to trust.
All I know is that I shouldn’t feel this hollow, because you never really loved me.
I wish there was a remedy for this pain, for living every day without you. I wish there was a remedy that would make you mine again.
They say that a Mother’s love is purest kind of love; yet, I realized that when I look at you, my mother, I am looking at the purest love I will ever know.
I know you may never see this and I know that I’ll never have the guts to open my heart like that to you, but I want to apologize.
Maybe I’m weak, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I might be; but whatever the case is, I wouldn’t wish to see even my worst enemy go through the pain that I went through. There is no fairytale ending.
Because at the end of the day, you never forget your first everything.
I miss you so much it literally makes my heart ache. And I’ll never stop loving you.
It will never make sense to me though, how can someone just stop loving you, how is that even possible.
I cut off people who were close to me, just for your own satisfaction. I poured my heart out to you in a letter, trying to mend what I broke. I have bent over backwards just to please you. I lost my self-respect, my dignity, my pride, and my self-esteem.