How are you? I hope you're doing fine. I hope you didn't have sleepless nights. I hope you didn't have to skip meals because you didn't feel like eating. I hope you didn't cry yourself to sleep. I hope you didn't spend those 2 months like I did.
I'd like to believe that you lived your life really well without me. But I know the truth more than anybody else who knows about us.
I know you miss me every single day. I know you regret everything you did and didn't do when I was in your arms. I know you're also suffering like I still do.
I'm sorry if I can't forget. I'm sorry if I can't forgive you that easily. I'm sorry if I'm acting as if I'm the only one who's hurting. I'm sorry for putting all the blame on you when everybody know I made mistakes too.
I'm mad at you. I hate you for disregarding my feelings when all the things I did was for you. I hate you for not being appreciative when all I can offer was my presence. I hate you for making me feel insecure about my body, especially my abilities. I hate you so much but still not enough for me to give up on you.
So here I am, broken inside and my wrists are scarred. I can't barely identify what's real and what's not. And I honestly don't know who I really am anymore. But one thing is for sure, I will always wait for you.