I spend two hours every day writing you letters. In over two months I’ve written about a hundred, each and every one has met the heat of a fire.
Each one burned with a “sorry” at the end and I think I’ve said that word far too much that it’s lost it’s meaning.

I’m not sorry I fell in love with you.

I’m not sorry you meant the world to me.

I’m not sorry I gave you my all.

But most importantly I’m not sorry I met you.

People are poison, people hurt you, people will learn to love you as you are, so know that I loved you for the ****** up individual that you were.
You scared me just as much as I scared you.

But it didn’t change the way I felt about you.