She is..sweet.
She is..beautiful.
She is complicated.
I am..a lot.
I'm troubled.
I have a past.
He is someone I hate and love the most.
He is my past.
He is..still my future.
We could be amazing.
We could be in love.
But it's me.
I'm the one that doesn't know how to move on.
I've tried. So hard.
I've tried.
And I know it probably makes you so proud that I can't get over you.
It probably makes you feel so great that you still haunt my dreams.
He hurt me.
He cheated on me.
He used me.
And I still. Loved him.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry if it takes a while for me to tell you I love you.
I'm sorry if it takes a while for me to open up.
I'm sorry if I can't be vulnerable anymore.
I don't know how to be.
I'm sorry.
