It's over, and I am so sorry for the things I did to make you jealous or mad or angry, I can't help but think that somehow all those things led up to this, I can't help but think this is all my fault, and yet I'm so proud of you, and I'm the one hurting, and I feel so selfish for making this my pain. And I feel horibble for how I feel and the thoughts I have, all the stupid stuff I think. But I'm so proud of you. You are my best friend, and I love you so much and I will wait for you as long as I have to. I don't know if you'll ever see this, but thanks for letting me be your baby.

      This hurts so much...