I wonder if you still keep up with my blog?
I wonder if you'll read this.
I wonder if you still think of me.

Though in my heart of hearts, I know you well enough to know that you do (I hope, at least)
And I'm sorry I was awful.
And I'm sorry it didn't work.

I'm sorry I'm still hurting, Eight months down the line.
I'm sorry I can't deal with seeing you, or talking to you.

To know you'll never love me again hurts so much
I never wanted it to end.

"Whenever I'm alone with you..."

I'm being so pathetic. I miss you.
I haven't moved on. I haven't found anyone new.
I'll stay alone now, I think. It hurts less.
x