Don’t Know Much About History

We both made mistakes. Well, I made most of the mistakes. The worst ones. I fucked up over and over and over again, but you loved me anyway, until your patience was finally exhausted. I loved you too, but I was too foolish to know what I was dealing with and too dumb to just let us happen.

It has been over for some time now, but the heartbreak is still as fresh as the day we ended. I can’t say I blame you for cutting me loose. I was a nightmare. I was an irresponsible fuckwit. I was a selfish, miserable, sleepwalking asshole. I was horribly unfair to you. I was such an ugly, rotten, distant, self-absorbed roller coaster for years, but you always told me I was a decent individual who was just struggling and that I would and could do better. I wish I believed you sooner— would have saved us both a lot of hassle and maybe we would still be close and some shared dreams could have become real.

Anyway, thanks for the big lesson about love. Miss ya.