I’ll never forget crazy nights with friends, going to bed at 5am after looking at 100 photos from the night. I’ll never forget that you weren’t there sharing it with me and I’ll never forget what it feels like to go to bed alone. I am scared that soon I will only see you like this, the one who let me down. Why can’t you see I’m worth it? And if I die tomorrow and you come across this- I hope you can see how much hurt this caused. And I really hope it was worth hesitating