• Darling

    by  • June 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Lost Love • 0 Comments

    I’m getting married. No time soon, but I’m engaged and you should know. You should know that I still love you and that I miss you.

    He’s not you. He’s different, not worse, not better, different. He’s wonderful, he treats me well, and he loves me. I love him too.

    I love you, too. I miss you every day, and I wish things had gone our way. I wish things had worked for us, so that I could call you mine.

    I keep having these dreams where I’m in your arms, and then I wake up and I’m in his. It’s not bad, it’s not better, it’s just different.

    Why am I marrying him? Because I love him. Not more than you, not less, it’s just a different love. I loved you like a spark; it was quick, fast, and it caught into a flame that burned bright and passionately. I love him like a flame that has been burning, burning for such a long time, and it will everlast. I’m marrying him because he loves me more than I’ve ever been loved and because I could tell him right now that I love you still and he wouldn’t stop loving me. He would understand. He is love. He is patient and kind and he is understanding. He is an eternal flame, and he will stay lit for me forever.

    I still love you, though.


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