Writing Again For You (11/21)

Earlier today, I was back-reading our old conversations and I have come across a number of heated arguments; mostly my fault. I couldn't be any sorry for myself. 

Whatever happens, I'm happy that you loved me with all your heart and I swear to whoever's holy up there that I did love you with all that I have, it's just that pride gets the best of me. 

I'm sorry. I love you. I still do. I miss you so much.

PS: You will always have someone to go back to just in case.