He used to write in a journal that he kept after I left him. When we became friends again, he gave it to me to use as a poetry journal, forgetting he ever used it. The first four entries were:
January 11, 2012. I'm really sorry.
January 25, 2012. I miss your writing. I miss everything about you. You made wonderful things and I'll probably keep them forever. I just hope you feel the same about mine.
February 4, 2012. I want you to know the summers we spent together was the best summers of my life.
February 14, 2012. I like to listen to your old voicemails just to hear your voice.
And what sucks is, if I knew he ever felt this way, I probably would've stayed with him, because the reason I left was because I felt like he never cared.