You’re not the villain in my story.
In fact, I wish you knew just how highly I still think of you… even after everything.
I know apologizing to you, wholeheartedly, isn’t an option these days but you do deserve it, so I will make do with what I am given.
I’m sorry that I hurt you at the end, that my trauma was screaming louder than the reality in front of me, and that you experienced and endured the brunt end of that. I’m sorry that I let myself lose control in such a way that I know my words hurt much more than you let on during those two arguments.
You didn’t deserve to be inflicted by the emotions I thought I had once handled, no matter the circumstance or the situations that led to that point.
I’m sorry that I felt I couldn’t be completely honest with you about the hurt I experienced a month prior to those last arguments, and I’m sorry that was the catalyst to our entire ending. I thought if I could rationalize or ignore the residual feelings from that moment, everything would blow over - that I was simply overreacting.
As much as I want to say these things to you, I respect your decision to not be around anymore. I will choose to remember our time fondly and as one of my favorite, short lived, chapters. I’ll miss you in the stillness of the night, in every loud noise and song throughout the day, and each and every time I step foot into this forest to find my sense of self and peace again.
Thank you for showing me the softness that is contained within you, for your compassion, for your time and patience, and thank you for loving me with what you had available to give.
I will never regret you, I will choose to remember you throughout the years, and you will never be the villain in my story.
A heartbeat, always,
Cutie.
🖤