Cleaning my room. Collecting from the drawer I shoved everything in, all of the photos of us from Coney Island and everything in between and drawings you made for me. I don’t feel the way I have about some exes in the past. I’m not going to burn it or throw it away. Just put it in my big memory box. I’m crying and I miss you and I miss us. But whoever is in these photos I don’t think is a person that will come back. I feel sad and sorry for you. I feel sorry for the way things went wrong and how angry I got and how I reacted in some situations. I’m sorry about how both of us became different people with each other in some bad ways. I’m not sorry for the ways I became different with you and after you in good ways. There is a hole in my heart for now