I know that I’m the one who ended things. I feel horrible and proud of that fact every day. I said that I wanted to keep the sanctity of what we had because that’s how I felt and I’m happy that I did it. What upsets me is that it’s been 3 years and I’ve moved back into the state and I think that our lives can work together again.
But now you have a girlfriend. And you love her. Maybe not in the same way that you loved me. Maybe not as intensely. You’ve told me that much. But I only see you every 8 months. I don’t call you more because I don’t want to ruin your relationship.
I’m scared that when we come back into each other’s lives, we won’t love one another as intensely as we did. We’ll still have love, sure, but maybe not that kind. I want you back because I love you in a way that I’ve never known, but again, I don’t want to ruin that pure and intense love that we had so long ago. The thing is, I’m willing to risk it.