I miss you every now and then but then I remind myself that I wasn't the one that gave up and left, it was you.

As much as I want to let you go and move on, I simply can't. Even though it hurts to hold on to you, Its the memories that keep me holding on.

Days will have to drag on longer, but eventually I will stop thinking about you.

Day after day I'm missing you. Week after week I'm forgetting you. Month after month I'm moving on. Year after year I'm regretting the moment I met you.

I didn't stop loving you. I just stopped showing it because no matter how hard I try to show you that you mean the world to me, to you I'm just another person out there.

I'm sorry for loving you, I'm sorry that I cared, I'm sorry for holding onto you but our love was rare. I'm sorry for thinking you felt the same, I'm sorry for trying to make you stay but I really wanted you there. Most of all I'm sorry that I gave my hopes up, sorry that I thought you felt the same.