Sometimes, I catch myself thinking about how you're doing,
How your life is,
How is life without me.

I'm sorry I ended it so abruptly.
I didn't know how to say it.
I didn't know what to do.

You probably hate me to death right now.
But it's not my fault I wanted space.
It's not my fault that you took it so hard.

I want to make it up to you.
I want to be friends again.
I don't want awkwardness around us anymore.

I miss our heart to heart talks.
I miss our late night voice chats.
I miss our little indirect tweets.

I'm sorry. Please forgive me.