You know, I blame myself.
If I would have never hurt you then, maybe we would have been together still. If I would have never kept fucking up then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten used to not being with me. Throughout this whole time I taught you how to get over me. If I wouldn’t have kept giving up and coming back then maybe your outlook towards our relationship would be different. We were so rocky because I didn’t know how to handle a relationship. I blame myself because if I would have been more patient then everything would have been fine now. I hurt you and I made you stronger and I made you not want to be with me anymore. All this crying Im doing now is me realizing how much I fucked up. But you’re seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And you’re the most amazing person. I’m sorry I hurt you. If I knew how to love then maybe we would be fine now. I can never take back what I did and believe me it’s something I have to regret everyday. But I know this is all my fault because I had you and I had your love and I took it for granted and I took our times together for granted and I wish I would have appreciated them more because then I wouldn’t feel so empty now. The worst thing in life is feeling like you belong to someone and being able to do nothing about it. The even worst part is knowing I’m gonna have to watch you loving someone else. But I do blame myself. I ruined your image of me and now it’s forever tainted. I made you hate me and now you can never love me the way you did again and it’s my fault. It’s really all my fault.