Apparently I enjoy torturing myself. I just read our old texts and I couldn't stop smiling, and then I got to the end and I realized that it's over. No more of those conversations, ever. And I miss it so damn much. I miss you. I'll always care about you, no matter what. I'm sorry for hurting you. I told you it would happen eventually. I wish one day we could go back to having those conversations again, but that won't happen. I'm sorry.