So I mean, we haven't spoken a while. If I had to be honest, I still think about fucking you because tbf, it was the nicest part of being with each other. I like our talks but you wanted them more than we could create them. But the thing is, you never got to understand my mind. You rushed me and forced your way under my layers. Sure, you broke through and saw what was under neath. You were strong enough to get through. You were the first to see such insecurity and sadness. But what you didn't see when digging was the fragility of my soul. I don't think you understood. To get things you would demand. From what I've learnt, you can't rush or force anything despite how broken or open you are. Things happen best when left to its own devices.
Still, I loved you and still think about you. I don't know what you're doing now but I feel you will be happy with someone, get that good job n be pretty stable. I believed in you and enjoyed following your life and achievements when together. It's nice to see someone grow.
Hope all is well. Ps I still can't find a better ass than yours. Xx