Mr. H, I’m sorry I didn’t make you happy. I’m sorry I didn’t love you enough.
& because I want you to be happy and I want you to feel loved, I have to let you go.
And hope and pray that you find what fits, what makes sense to you, what you deserve, what feels like home to you.
I miss my instant best friend but believe me, I'm doing what's best for you.... There were days when it was hard to breathe, to get up in the morning, to sleep at night, to eat, to laugh, to face pe