I feel like I'm talking to a ghost. Like I'm dead to you and this can never be fixed. I just want to cry, scream....something to take these tears away. I bottled them up for so long. I begged to make this right. I only ever wanted to love you. That's all. I just wanted to love you.

I don't know if you ever look on this anymore. I'm writing this on 6th of September, 2015. We are over...maybe for good this time. I'm sorry for everything. I'v said that a million times before it seems. This time, I truly am. We went through so much at such a young age. We had dark love, unforgiving in it's nature. I wished with all my heart that we would be together, for the right reasons. You have moved on, got a girl pregnant. Started a family...hopefully not forgotten about your first. I come on here sometimes and relive the days when we used this network, where still friends with the people on here. We got torn apart by the world and ourselves. We loved and we lost, ripped eachothers hearts out untill there was nothing left to take. Or give. I still love you. You are still my stars and moon, I still look at the moon nearly every night and hope that maybe you are looking at it also...if for nothing else just so we can share one last thing. I don't know how to end this...It is already ended and i feel lik