I know you don't believe me and I really can't blame you, I was an ass, probably still am. But the thing is that I took you for granted, I knew you'd just keep coming back, after I'd hook up with a girl, do drugs, get drunk. When you left I got a reality check, a big one, actually. I realized that I wouldn't get that funny, cute, book worm, that I loved,
back. Although you might never believe me, I've changed.
I saw a doctor, but it wasn't much help. I love you.