I’m sorry, for everything I’ve done. I had just been so damn terrified of getting my heart torn out by someone I loved again that I did it to myself. A part of me never recovered from that first time. It probably never will. I had heard “the more you love, the more you suffer.” And I was done suffering. But I got so caught up in feeling those emotions again that I forgot you are not him. You are not a boy of black holes and the depths of the oceans. You are the boy of stars and moons and light. I miss those stars. I’m sorry I blamed you for something someone else did. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry if I broke you. I promised myself that would be the last thing I ever did, so I am so so sorry. You were never anything but good to me. I know that now. But I’m letting life take its course, the way it’s supposed to.
I hope I’ll see you soon.