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.
It will never make sense to me though, how can someone just stop loving you, how is that even possible.
I miss you so much it literally makes my heart ache. And I’ll never stop loving you.
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 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.
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 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.
All I know is that I shouldn’t feel this hollow, because you never really loved me.
You gave me a purpose in life, you taught me how to open up and how to let people in and how to trust.
I miss your voice. I miss every part and every piece of you.