I know you're reading this.

I know this, because you're the only one who reads this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for being such a mess.

For hurting you... no, for scarring you

I'm sorry for moving on...

I never thought I would

Or could

But I did

And I'm sorry.

I don't regret loving you.

I don't regret our love in general.

I don't regret any of the notes or the stories or the phone calls...

I loved you

I love you

Just not in the same way.

I'm sorry that it didn't work out

You deserve better

You really, really do.

And I wish I could have given it to you

You'd like them.

They're genderfluid.

Hence why I'm saying "they"

Instead of "he" or "she"

They're good to me.

They remind me of you sometimes.

I miss you.

I wish I could stay and talk awhile,

But I can't

Sneaking around isn't as easy as I make it look

I love you, lionceau

I'm sorry

Goodbye, darling.