I started packing and came across this. I hate that you tried so hard to make me happy when we were not together and when we finally were, you just gave up. I don’t know why I still care. You’re no good for me. You’re no where near what I’ve always dreamed of having and yet here I am wishing you were still mine. I’m sorry I wasn’t a tall model, covered in tattoos wanting to live the “rock n roll” lifestyle. I’m sorry I called you out on all of the stupid shit that you did, I just wanted you to be a better person. I’m sorry I never wanted to learn how to play your nerdy games. I’m sorry I was always at work. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a home. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you. You completely destroyed my self esteem and I still don’t understand how. I miss you so much but I think I’m finally ready to let go. I’m ready to start this new adventure without you and be happy on my own.