To you, whom hold my heart.

If you read this, thank you.

Let me stop you right there,

you are right, it’s probably better to believe then to see. 

I’m sorry i lie, i’m sorry i cheated, i’m sorry for all the clingy things that i twit. Believe what you wanna believe in, that’s make you strong to go each days. Your days that i made grey.

Losing you giving me inspiration to write. I hope you understand that.

Never my intention to make you look bad, it was all my mistake that had made you sad.

I cried when you talk about him. Defend him. Not that it wasn’t normal, it was very logical. You want to be happy. If God gave you another after the old one gone crazy, why hazzy? 

I made you happy, but at times made you sad too. Find the one that’ll make you happy; like Marshall to Lily. Happy, all the time.

But the thing is, losing you is a fact that i couldn’t accept yet; yet God already gave you another place to move on to.

Am i that bad? 

I’m a complicated mess. I realize that now even more.

I’m gonna take my remaining prayer to ask for your refreshment from all the things that i’d done that make me lose you. I hope He’ll listen.

I’m sorry. Be happy.

I love you.

Yours still,

Byt.