I wish I could tell you about my bike session just now. Wish you would wish me good luck for tomorrow. I wish you were here... With me.... Like you always had.
Should I have asked you to leave? I thought it would be what's best. But I realized... Maybe I used what was best for me and insist it must work for you.
When I saw you the other day. I felt like I want to change my mind. I wanted to ask you to come back. Talk to me. I miss you. It's rare to find someone you can be yourself with. I've let her go. Now I've let you go as well.
Is the real me so bad? So bad that I had to let two lovely girls go?
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