I lost you.
I was the one that let you go. This was my fault.
But it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.
This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done- started talking to you again. But it doesn’t mean I don’t like it. It doesn’t mean, after seven years, that there isn’t a part in my heart that doesn’t still want you. In those seven years, I found God, I fell in and out of love again, and my life hit rock bottom and I came back from that. But not because of you. You’re just adding to the wonderful, because it’s exciting to share how much better things are now.
You’re going through a lot. I know it. But know this. I’m here. And I don’t know what this is going to look like, but I’m not going anywhere for awhile.