I just want to tell you this:
I care about you. I still care about you. I want you to be happy. It was obvious that you haven’t been happy lately. If I truly cared about you I’d want you to be happy. Though I’d prefer if you were happy with me because I enjoyed us, I understand that you weren’t. I want, sometime in a few weeks or months, for us to be friends because I really do care about you. For now though, figure out your own life and I’m going to try to move on. It hurts, and it’s going to hurt. I didn’t expect you to end it or to end it now. I didn’t want you to see how much it hurt. I cried until I had no more tears, I talked until I ran out of things to say, and then I drank until I puked, and kept drinking.
The next few weeks will be hard, but I really do care, still.
