If i have to let it go

The hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let go.
At least I thought it was.
But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong I’d write you another letter.
But I never sent them, in fear of what I might find.
By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else.
I wanted to remember us like we were that summer.
I didn’t want to ever forget that.
Always

I dont hate you i'm just dissapointed you turned into everything you said you'd never be

with love,
fyka