Meet me in my dreams tonight. The old you, the one I fell in love with, the one who stole my soul. Please. I miss you so much I can’t breathe. Please. I miss the way we were perfect together. I miss all of the similarities we shared. I miss how being with you felt like home. I miss how you filled in all the emptiness I felt. I miss how much you loved me, how you were so good at making me feel your love.

I love you.
I miss you.
I hate that I love you still.
I’m sorry.