Proud of you

If I could see you again, I would tell you I'm so sorry. I regret walking away from you. I'd give almost anything to accidentally run into you. To tell you that the amount of regrets I have for leaving you will never be enough to heal what I've caused. But I know you would show enough grace for it to be water under the bridge. You've moved on, you're doing big things in your life, and you are in a much better place after I broke up with you. I don't deserve anything from you, I know this. I'm also willing to bet you're much happier. This gnawing feeling inside of me is growing bigger and bigger. And I have nowhere else to share this. I'm just so sorry, I miss you terribly. The grief is neverending. Ironically I'm the best version of myself now. Years and years of working on my mental health, healing my own traumas, being in the best shape of my life, and most importantly having hope for the future. I didn't think you deserved my worst, not knowing you were willing to wait for my best.

I wish you every good thing in this world. I'd rather you be happy for the rest of your life even if it meant us not every crossing paths again. I will always admire from afar. Take care.