"Strangers making the most of the dark"

It is almost humiliating how my sudden physical weakness has made me miss you and think of you this bad.

I hate myself for forcing myself to be cold and ignorant towards you, acting like I'm doing so much better without you when the truth is that not contacting you is eating me alive. I'm sorry if I've given you the impression that I couldn't care less about you or your well-being because I do. I absolutely do.

Not a single day has gone by that I hadn't thought of you or loved you or wished you all the best and happiness and success of this world, and every world I could in my powers to lay beneath your feet.