Knowing you will never come back for me, Knowing I fucked up beyond repair. I miss you and just want things back the way they were. When I wasn’t so mentally fucked up. It hurts knowing that everything you did only had good intentions and I did nothing to reciprocate those intentions. It hurts knowing I was selfish and ruined a great thing. It hurts knowing this is life, and sometimes we make decisions that are not always best. This is what i wanted, so now its what I have to deal with. It hurts knowing that one day you will find a girl who makes you happy like I use to. It hurts knowing I’ll never get to marry to you. I hurts knowing that I will never cuddle and laugh with you again. It hurts knowing that I can’t be there with you when you make your accomplishments. It hurts knowing you hate me. It hurts knowing I am a fuck up, and lost my everything. It hurts knowing that I had to learn my flaws through you. It hurts knowing I hurt you. But what kills me the most is knowing I have no more chances.
