I’m sorry for the 9 missed calls and for all the unread messages. 
I’m not scared of reading them, I don’t want to. 
I don’t think anything you wrote there or anything you want to say will change how I look at you. 
How I see you now is something that I didn’t shape through our days, No. It’s something I shaped by the end, by how you turned out to be, and how you revealed the real person behind the mask you were wearing from the beginning of our time. 
It’s funny you know, how one person could change how you see them forever by one bitter act. 
It takes a second to like someone, and another for them to give you a reason to dislike them. 

18/3/2016

And you knew how hard it was, you knew how a beautiful mess she was, that's why you chose her. Maybe it was a challenge. Maybe you wanted to prove something to yourself. Then you chose to let her go, you couldn't handle the mess, no matter how beautiful it was, no matter how happy you once were. You chose to walk away. Now after years, you remember how it used to feel, to feel loved in a broken world. You come knocking on her door, looking for the same face you used to belong. You're a tired soul full of regrets, she is a different person tired of cowards like you.