I sent you a text yesterday telling you that I was sorry for everything. For every hurtful thing I had ever done or said. I told you that the only thing we are good at is hurting each other and that we should just admit we are no good for each other. I also said you would not hear from me again.

I mean it this time. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to be hurt by you anymore. We both have enough to deal with without also having to deal with the pain we cause each other.

I still miss you. I want to drive over to your house and hug you, tell you it's all going to be okay. But it would be pointless. We'd end up hurting each other again.

But I still miss you. More than you will EVER know.