To someone:

I can't stop thinking about you. It makes me sick everyday just trying to get you out. I know I should hate you for what you've done. But I still... love you. Madness? Maybe. Naive? Probably. I don't know.

I should be moving on. I know I've said some stuffs to you before we left on our separate ways. Mostly words that came out as anger. I hope you can forgive me for all those stuffs that I've said to you before. If you can't, then it's okay.

I don't know why I'm writing this. It just bugs me. I need to get it out. Somewhere. I really hope everything for you is fine there. With your life. And kid. Yeah. Wish you luck.

Lila.