I still can’t believe that you left. The day that you told me I felt a piece of my heart crumble off…that piece where all of the sweetness is. And I knew, that I loved you. And I knew that you didn’t.
The first second you stood in front of me, I realized that I had spent years traveling the world, looking for you and I never expected you to find me practically on my doorstep. You made me happy, everyday. I thought there would be a lifetime to speak up. A lifetime to tell you how lonely I was before you, and how full my heart felt with you in it. And how I didn’t believe in love, but that I believe in you. I thought I would be able to say all of it, in time.
And now you are gone. Back to where you came from, back to where I should have always known you would go. And I miss you, everyday. I didn’t tell you any of it. I just told you that I understood, and I want you to be happy, and that I knew you wouldn’t be happy here. But what I should have said was: I want for you to be happy with me, anywhere in this big world.
I miss you. And I am so sorry for not telling you. Now it feels too late, you are there and I am here and I will never send you this letter because if you ever felt the same my heart would break because you left me anyway, and if you didn’t it would break because I will never fit into yours.