I’m sorry for so much. I’m sorry for the lies. I’m sorry for trying to escape reality when I was with you. I’m sorry for the petty fights. I’m sorry for not appreciating the moments more with you. I’m just… sorry. I lost myself in a way where I had no clue who I was anymore.
And I cried, because it felt final. I always believed that we would eventually find our way back to each other. But this time, this last time — it felt final.
But I don’t want something reasonable, or rational, or well thought-out. I know you aren’t the lucid, practical choice, but you’re what I want.
You will drift in and out of sleep in her bed, because although you know you need to go, you just can’t. You want to wake up next to her one last time.
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