I can’t let you go. The amount of time I spend thinking about you daily is so ridiculous. I need a break. I’m mentally exhausted. I need a break….a vacation from my own mind. What is this hold you have on me? Why won’t you release me?

i can’t stop replaying the dream last night. I hope you aren’t marrying her. It sounds horrible. I do want you to be happy.

I can’t stop missing our weekend family time watching Lake Monsters. I wish we could turn back time. Do you think of me at all? Do you remember the good times?

its 3:30am. I just woke from a nightmare. You told me you were going to marry her. I begged you not to. You thought it was funny and I was being ridiculous. I’m so upset. When does this end?

I fucking miss you. I miss how we could look at each other from across the room and know exactly what was being said. I miss our passion. I miss bending your ear.

Where are you?

I had another dream about you. You had started dating someone new, an exotic girl. She looked almost Hawaiian and she was not nice to you. You were hiding me upstairs. You wanted to see us both at the same time. After that dream I had another that I was talking to someone that knew you. They were telling me you were moving the following day and it was almost over. He was listening to my story about the summary of events. You had told a completely different story.

I went to breakfast with a girlfriend over the weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the kids. I can’t believe you won’t talk with me. I can’t accept that it’s over and I will likely never hear from you again. We had so many good memories. How can you just walk away?

The last few days have been easier. I feel guilty for that. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to move on. I want you to know I still want you even if that’s not good for me.

I was haunted by you yet again last night in my dreams. I kept asking you why? and telling you I love you but you wouldn’t consider it at all. It was like I was talking to a wall. You wanted nothing to do with me. I woke up sobbing.

I keep telling myself things will get easier and this will eventually pass but I don’t want to forget you. I don’t want to move on.

I’m sitting in the parking lot of GMB as it rains remembering the time we played in the rain together. What I would give to be back in that moment with you.

Our memories haunt me. I don’t want to forget them but I do wish I wasn’t so reminded of them all the time.

Do you ever think of me? Do we share the same memories today?