You were right, I am awful. I do and say horrible things, but I don’t think that makes me a bad person. Every one fucks up sometimes. I learn from my mistakes, and I try to be better. But that’s never good enough for you, is it? You are a good person, there is no doubt about that, but you are also so very toxic. Your words hold such meaning. I let down my walls for you, and I showed you my most vulnerable sides, and you sat there and judged them. I appreciate you for caring, but I think you need to get out of my life, because we are incredible together, but when we split it hurts ten times worse each day. I think I love you, but I’m not sure you can love. I tell you secrets because I long for the trust between us. I tell you secrets because I choose to believe in you, but you let me down every. Damn. Time. I think part of me is afraid to let you go, because part of me won’t be able to function without you, but no one ever said this would be easy. It will get messy, and it will fuck up a lot of things, but I will survive, and I will recover. I love you, so I have to let you go. Goodbye Jamie.