All I wanted those last few days was for you to finish the story I wrote... It made me so happy that you were reading it, and I wasn't trying to push you away.

I was cold when to wanted to meet with me because I didn't want you to see how hurt I was inside. Of course, after what I did and what I put you through, I deserved it.

I hurt you once, with no excuse, I continued to lie, with no excuse, and you stood there by my side regardless... Until I was too careless to realize you were actually going to be gone.

I had the best three years of my life, and I found love. I was too selfish in how I acted, and too impulsive, and I don't deserve your forgiveness.

But I still love you. I saw the votes . Finish the book. And call me, if you want, when you're done.