I write about my love for her and how it always made me feel like I was on fire, and as good as it felt sometimes to feel so much, it was also breaking me down further and further every day until I was nothing but nerves. I tell her that I know now that that isn’t what love is supposed to feel like. I tell her that I understand what I was doing to her—putting so much pressure on her to be everything for me because she was all I had—and how I should have let her go a long time ago.
