I fell hard the first time. We both did. We were refreshing for each other.
I saw this coming. I just kept lying to myself, hoping you’d wake up and love me like you used to the first few weeks.
I love you with everything that keeps me alive. Seeing you everyday is going to kill me. I’ll get over you, but not as quickly as I wish I could. I’m begging my heart to stop loving you. I’m trying to be strong.
Thank you for the most amazing 3 months anyone has ever given me. I love you so much, and I wish you could figure out what you wanted.
I wish you nothing but the best, always.