You are not your failures.

To the last girl.

I didn't always treat you right, and for that I am sorry.
I could sit here and blame it on my past abuse, and while there's truth to that, there's no excuse.

I got angry at stupid shit.
I'm still working on it. I'm still a work in progress.

I didn't trust you all too well, and that was through almost no fault of your own.

I'm very private, very cold.
And I should've been able to talk to you.

I am not blind to my faults.

I want to make this very clear, however.

I am not asking for you back.

I do not want to be with you.

I am not angry.

I have no resentment.

I do love you. And I did my best to show that, whether it was enough is another story.

I tried.
I know you did too.

But what we should've and could've been does not change that we weren't.

I don't think we're supposed to be together. Not anymore.

We've helped each other forward as much as we could.

It had to stop before we started pulling each other backwards.

We have to be individuals now.

I could sit here and list the reasons I left you.

But this isn't like the last time.
There's nothing I want to get off my mind.
There's no reason for me to put anything in the public eye.
There's nothing for me to come to terms with, I'm already set.
I have my closure, mostly.

And I hope you do too.

If not, I'll talk to you.
I won't leave you without it if you need it.

I know what that's like, and it's hell.

Have a good one.
I'm sorry.