You were wrong.
It's not that you weren't good enough.
I actually wasn't. I was the one who misunderstood the fact that we could be together for real, who overlooked the idea of us - of our own galaxy of forevers.
I tell myself over and over again: "I'm not good enough."
January, just days before we celebrate our nine-month relationship, I went to your house. We talked about something important.
Something that someone told me.
Something from your past.