I'm sorry for what happened.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
I'm sorry I've been to dependent.
The only thing now I need is you.
You to be happy.
You to know that I'll be there for you.
But I'm upset too.
The fact that you couldn't confide in me.
What it tells me is that you couldn't trust me.
Not yet, maybe not ever.
I'm yours, and you know I am.
But somehow, I've been a bad bf for you.
Tell me what's wrong.
Tell me what's happening.
I want to know, I should know.
If you please.
I know you won't be reading this.
And I wish you would.
I never thought things would turn out this way.
When life's a bitch, and everything's on your way.
I miss you.
More importantly, I love you.
But I don't know whether love can ease your pain now.
I don't know what to do.
Do you know how worried I was?
I thought I pretty lost you forever.
I confided to someone else.
It's been quite awhile.
And when the truth's out, I'm so helpless.
I wish I was dead.
That moment, the exact time.
I hate myself for what's happening.
I've been neglecting you, so much.
I wish I could take your place, be the one in pain.
Because you're too precious for me.
I admit defeat.
Please call, message me, whatever.
I longed to know that you're alright.
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