[Unidentified~Unicorn]

What are we? Friends, lovers, strangers? My hands are shaking and my soul is breaking because I love you so much. I still have your notes you gave to me. I still have the homecoming paper you wrote especially for me. I'm sorry I screwed up. I'm sorry that I let my bipolar disorder get the best of me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I should've spoke calmer, but I didn't. I guess we are both to blame now. You for having your reasons that we broke up, and me not being able to accept and understand them. You'll get the jacket back. But I still can't go around you because that will just hurt me more. I'm sorry I'm so confusing and so... apologetic. I'm debating whether to tell you all of this in person or just leave things be. I miss you. I miss us. I miss our hugs, late night talks, good morning texts, and just being someone you can turn to. I didn't mean for her to pull me away while our friend was talking to me. I didn't mean to break down at lunch yesterday. I just... I don't know anymore. I don't know what I'm doing nor what I am even saying.