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i skipped your funeral.
i couldn't bear myself to face the truth.

i could have saved you,
but I didn't.
all because of a stupid fucking argument.

that's why i let the tone ring off.

i know you never meant to kiss her,
you never meant to break my heart in the process.
or at least what i choose to believe.

apart of me likes to believe you didn't know what your were doing,
that the alcohol that coursed through your veins was the culprit.
but deep down, i know that if in your heart of hearts you truly loved me, i would have been the only thing on your mind when you were in such a state.

i loved you.
i still love you.
but the in the very darkest crevices of my being, a question haunts my daydreams.

did you ever love me?
i would love to believe that you were mine, that your body,
your soul,
your being;
that each and every individual aspect of the one i loved felt the same way i did for you.

the overwhelming, catastrophic feeling that encircled our souls.

i'm sorry,
i love you.