I’ll miss your laugh, your smile. I’ll admit I’m wrong if you’d tell me. I’m so sick of fights, I hate them. Let’s start this again for real. So here I am, I’m trying.
I wish I could show you how much I still love you. I’m still the same person, please come back. I’ll do whatever it takes…but the chance that you could really no longer feel anything for me anymore and act like the jerk you’ve been before scares the hell out of me. Continuously meeting the version of you that is no longer in love with me scares me so much it’s like my ribs are crumbling in every second that goes by. Im waiting for you to be the man I used to know as giving and forgiving, always strong and steady, ready to fight anything that could come our way, but only seeing the shell of this stranger. I think I’ll always remember you as the man I loved.