I’m not mad anymore. I just want you to look at the mess we made. This is what it looks like when you tell someone you love them and do nothing about it. You know how I told my cousin that she should be with someone that would tear down the sky just to hand her a star? I would have handed you a constellation if you let me. And the saddest part is, I still would. But, I don’t even think you would reach to the sky for me. If there’s anything I’m mad about, it’s this, I will always have this infinite tenderness for you. You are a great thing, but I guess it’s a lesson learned that not all great things have a future in them.