You may never look here again, but... i just had to say a few things to you, but i dont know what really...

It's hard to describe, waking up and not having a goodmorning text from you. not telling you about things that i did today and things that made me laugh. not being able to try and comfort you when something went wrong. not being able to smile at your dumb pictures you sent. not being with you hasnt hit me yet. And i have this horrible thought in my head that the only reason i broke up with you is because i went off an impulse that there might be something better then you out there. I hate that.

i hope that youll forgive me for what i did. i'll never be able to explain it. I'll never let myself live a normal life for what i did to me to. I hope youll find happiness in someone who treats you right. Someone that will always be there. I wish it couldve been me.

I hate not getting constant texts. it's really slowly killing me inside, but that's the price i pay for doing what i did. Hate me to the end of the world, i deserve it. never forget that ill always care if something ever happened to you. please outlive me and find a man that makes what i put you through seem like a bad dream.

I'm sorry.

Russell

hey it brooke whats up?

Many thanks for selecting a favourite in my work

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Thx for your favourite :')

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