(Not the prompt)

I’m not sorry I met you.

I don’t regret being with you.

I’m not ashamed that I loved you.

Because I did.

Please don’t think otherwise.

I did love you,

It wasn’t fake.

You were my world,

My light,

My color.

You were everything to me,

And I’m not sorry.

Just as I’m not sorry I ended it.

We were failing,

We were breaking apart.

You were hurting,

I was hurting.

I was hurting you.

We were fracturing into a million pieces,

And I’m hoping now it’ll only be two.

Of course,

The damage is done.

I hurt you,

And for that I’m sorry.

I should have been so much more.

I should have been nicer,

I should have been more patient.

I should have been better.

I should have helped you

Instead of hurt you.

I should have been stronger.

I know I have no right to ask anything of you,

But please,

Believe this.

I never hated you.

I never saw you as a monster.

I didn’t blame you.

I don’t blame you.

I really did love you.

I did care.

I still do.

That’s why I have to let you go.

I’m hurting you more and more,

And I just can’t do that to you.

And I’m not trying to seem like a victim.

Because I’m not.

I have so, SO much blame in this.

You have every right to hate me.

Anyone does.

I should have done so much better.

In the end,

I just wasn’t enough.

I wasn’t enough for you.

I wasn’t enough for us.