I came across the pictures today. I've never seen your smile so real and I've never seen you so real. That should be enough peace for me to last a lifetime. I am 100% sure that everyone that knows you there, adores you just like I do. Except, I fucked it up just by being me. Just by being me. That kills me. You didn't leave because you didn't care. You didn't leave because you were selfish. or because you wanted to leave me feeling sad. you left because you tried everything to love me but you just didn't feel close to me. "everyone wants to feel close to someone." well, you just didn't. and that makes me feel like shit. worse than shit. the shit in the shitter's shit. and life goes on, regardless of what I am feeling. Regardless of the garbage fuck-ass shit that I write.
"[you] stole my heart and threw it in a bucket."
