I lied to you when I said I hadn’t been with anyone else while we were apart.
And I feel terrible about it. I tried so hard to move on from you–to forget all the things I knew and loved. So I did the only thing I knew to do; my only way of protection. I went to the wrong guy. It didn’t take long to realize just how perfect you already were; how his lips could never replace yours.
The day you called me, I was so happy and in a rush we got back together before I could say a single word. The truth is, I love you more than I knew could ever be possible with every atom of my being. I love your laugh, your embrace, your scent, every fragment of memory we’ve created. I didn’t have the heart to tell you.
I’m a coward. And after meeting with your mom (before we ever got back together), even she said that it wasn’t something you needed to know.
I keep thinking, “Well, maybe it was wrong of me to not say anything.” But I’ve never cheated in my life and we weren’t together. I was trying so hard to move on but I couldn’t keep running from my own heart.
It’s been you for two and a half years now. You and only you despite the time, the people, and the places I’ve been. You are the one thing that has stayed constant.
I love and miss you. And I’ll see you soon.