Remember taking me to your first house in Singapore a day before my birthday? And no one had been there since you left 15 years ago. I didn’t even realize what you were doing until we got there and you just held me and told me I how special I was to you. I miss this view.
I miss you more than ever now, and I regret that I’m not there for you on your birthday like you were with me for mine. Happy Birthday, Miles.
I know it’s such a douche-y move that I stopped replying. I just didn’t feel like doing this because it wasn’t worth it anymore. You stopped making sense to me and when I saw what I needed to wake up from this stupid infatuation/obsession .. I simply couldn’t bring myself to give a damn about you, about this.
You hurt me. If you really cared you would’ve acted on it somehow.. Instead of covering your ass with a million meaningless texts.
Goodbye Manhattan x