For some of us there's something so beautiful about writing in english,
the way their words just fit in with our feelings
just like there was something so tragically beautiful about the way you've killed me
with your words. i still hear your voice saying the things that hurt me the most at night. you give me nightmares.
i just want you to know that i haven't slept well ever since you said 'i'm leaving' 
and those words still hurt me like razor blades in my skin once did.
i'm happy that you're happy and i hope it all works out you way in the end
i just wished you loved me enough to stay.
but i get it. no one would love anyone who's sad and selfish.
I know it's my fault
and i'm so sorry.