Hate to say

I hate to say it, but I

miss you, a simple,

devastating truth. I'm so

angry you gave up on us,

but I'm even more mad that 

I'd still take you back if you

asked. It's not fair that

you get to be okay while 

I'm still here, trying to

forget someone who feels

unforgettable. I wish I could

hate you enough to move on,

but all I can do is learn to 

forgive - you for leaving, 

and myself for still wishing

you hadn't.