so many foreign roads

i am incapable of letting you know just how much you really mean to me. i am so sorry for all the ways i've hurt you, and all the things i've done or said that make me seem so terrible. i know i have been. part of me hopes we always come back to where we once were, the realistic part reminds me we are better off parting and never speaking again. you'll always be in my memory and i would like to remember more good than bad, but that's just it, there's not all that much for me to hold on to. we are no good together, you're fine when we're apart and i'll learn to be. i wish you the best, i hope you can forgive me or just forget me.