Won’t this feeling of missing you, lessen any? I keep thinking of you. The more I try to sort through it all, the more the tears come. Even when I try to forget it all, the memories spread into different memories through the tears I shed. It makes me cry so painfully. All I can do is regret because all I ever did was receive. But I’m afraid you’ll forget me because I’ve never gave you anything. I love you - these words have become a habit. And these words are among the many I’ve learnt from you. I sit around alone, mumbling to myself like a fool.
I’m sorry, truly.
I’m sorry that these words are too late.