I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

The House with the Mezzanine, Anton Chekhov

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I know this is really fucked up of me to even consider, but maybe im not over you yet. After not seeing you since June, everything poured over me like a waterfall. I felt angry, hurt, sad, lonely, and most of all regret. I felt all of it. Even though I’ve been with someone new who makes me happier than you ever did, just the sight of you made me doubt the decisions I’ve made since us. I don’t even know why. You’re horrible for me. You’re everything I hate. You’re everything I don’t need in my life. Yet, you’re the one thing I can’t resist. And even now, even though I’m happy, I still don’t feel completely whole without you. I loved you then and I still love you now. I know ill never admit this to anyone, but ill always love you.

I love you, I really do. He just makes it so hard to fall in love with you. And I’m sorry that he still gets to me. You’re wonderful and you deserve better. But I’m too selfish to let you go—to let you be happy with anyone else but me. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.