I can't bare losing you. I knew that if you left me. Nothing would ever be the same. Now I sit in my room drowning in all my shame. You were with me; loving me; gave me hope; now you left me. I need you back. I carry around a backpack full of pages on why I still love you. It's a *beep* hole of where I am now. And I don't give a *beep* of how it became that way. I had everything that gave me reason to write. Now I'm all alone with no one to like. Why did you *beeping* do this to me? Can't you see that I still love you? I am longing for the day that you will comeback to me. Why me? I loved every minute when I was with you. You would say that you had loved me too. Don't go. Not now. This is what had happened to me when you left me. You had given me reason to love. when you sang to me; it sounded like a dove singing. I had loved everything about you. And you threw it all away. And I love you too. Why me? The pain that it had caused me. I think of what I did that I lost you. Every night I cry myself to sleep. Because now there is nothing for me to like. I acted like a *beep*. And I am sorry. That's how much I love you. Please come back to me. Do you forgive me?