Dear B.
I know I said harsh things to you, but those were empty words that spurned from fear. Those are the things that were never you. I was scared for a reason, and yet I still chose to stay with you. But I made a mistake, yes I made a mistake. Not that I was wrong in choosing you, but the timing is wrong, for you met me at a time where my life is falling apart and I'm still picking up the pieces together. I love you, but I need to love myself first.
Love, B.
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