I was drunk, tired, and conflicted.
You've been on my mind a lot lately —
I don't really know why —
And I was wondering how you've been.
I was wondering if you miss me.
I was wondering if you love me:
Or, at least, if you ever did.
But those questions are left unanswered,
And I suppose it's better that way
For both of us.
I wanted to reach out and apologize
For all those terrible things I did
And for all those terrible things I said,
But I didn't want to dredge that up.
If I'm to be a memory,
I hope to be a pleasant one,
But I doubt that's a possibility.
You have every right to hate me;
I suppose I've the same right to hate you.
I can't, really, but I have the right.
I never wanted things to end the way they did;
I never wanted them to end at all,
Yet here I am,
Wondering how it went so wrong.
I told you once
That if I loved you yesterday,
I would love you forever.
That's still the truth, you know.
I've fallen in love a thousand times,
And I probably will a thousand more,
But of nine hundred ninety-nine heartbreaking,
None hurt quite like yours.
Best regards.