Yep. Just fucked up absolutely everything good I ever had, all in one swift mental breakdown. I’ve officially ruined whatever chance I ever had at a stable, working, happy relationship. I’ve officially lost everything I was working for. I’ve officially lost everything that was worth anything. Because I can’t fucking control myself. Because I can’t stop for two fucking seconds and think before I blow up. Because I’m fucking terrible.
It wasn’t supposed to go down like that. I wasn’t supposed to lose my temper like that. I wasn’t supposed to break everything and leave like that. I wasn’t supposed to hurt you again. But I guess that’s all I’m good for is hurting you.
So, with the hope that you’ll see this. With the hope that you’ll believe it when I say, I’m truly sorry, and that I can guarantee you’ll never be hurt by me again. And with the hope that you’ll take your time and read any of this..
I love you. I will always love you. You’re more than just a girlfriend. You’re more than just a baby momma. You’re my family. And there will always be room in my heart for you, no matter what. I promise to never forget you, or what you’ve taught me about life, myself, and love. You showed me what it was to breathe again, and I’ll be forever thankful.
Goodnight, and good luck, My Rose.