When you stalk my journal I hope you think about...
How we could have been happy together. How we could have had children together. How we could have supported each other in our dreams and pursuit of happiness. I hope you realize you've stoned yourself down with someone you dont care about and haven't cared about in a long time. I hope you know that you're repeating the same vicious cycle for a third time in your life. Except this time there's a life pending which will come and make you temporarily happy, then permenantly complicate your life.
Remember when you wanted to talk to me a few years ago? Remember how you told me you were so unhappy?
Remember how you tried to weasel your way back in? Could you come see me and my son? Remember that I didn't want to. Remember that you fucked up. Remember that you're an adult. Remember that your childhood doesn't determine the rest of your life. Remember that haivng a child with someone you dont love or stay with doesn't have to ruin your life.
Good luck. I miss you. May the unrequited love between you and I find you again one day. May new love find you. May love of any kind find you, because you dont have it right now and haven't in a long time.
I still miss you. I still have your old ID in my wallet. I still compare my new love interests to you, but not over my former spouse. I remember making love to you in New Jersey. I remember you telling me not to call you anymore and hanging up the phone very gently. I remember how fast you moved on. You still haven't said you're sorry. I suppose that doesn't matter to you. I suppose I never did.