You were the best thing that ever happened to me. From your self confidence to your strength to your selfless acts, I fell in love so quickly. So quick, that at first it scared me. It scared me, mostly because I was in a relationship with someone else. But your love overpowered his, and I knew who I wanted, and needed, to be with. You helped me through my depression, through every horrible thing that occur in those 7 months. And I loved you more and more every single day.
It’s a shame that you didn’t feel the same. Actually, it’s more of a ‘rip-my-heart-out-and-put-it-through-a-shredder’ type of feeling. You ended things because you needed to “find yourself”, and I was holding you back from that. You told me you cared too much about making me happy, that you couldn’t make yourself happy. Did I not make you happy? What did I do wrong? I loved you with every inch of my heart and soul. It had only been 7 months, but I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.
I still can’t believe it. We’ve been separated for almost 5 months now. I’ve found someone new, you seem to have done the same. And you wanna know something? I still love you more and more every single day.
I need you to know, that it doesn’t matter where we both end up, I will always love you. And if given the chance to be with you again, I would drop absolutely everything to take that chance. You still are the love of my life. Everyone else will always be second best. There will never be another you.
I love you, babe.