It’s been exactly one month and approximately two hours since you walked away from me…and I let you go. That’s my biggest regret. This letter was meant to question your reasons and accuse you for breaking my heart. But I just can’t do it. I have to thank you.
So thank you, for those glorious six months that you spent with me. Thank you for staying up with me while I finished my homework. Thanks for understanding that I needed my space. Thank you for asking if I was “ok” with every step we took in our relationship. Thank you for that first kiss. It was amazing. As well as the others that followed. Thanks for that night at the drive in. Thanks for that night spent “star gazing” in your truck. Thank you for those letters you wrote me, I still have them. Thank you for those hours we spent in imaginary places. Thank you for making my senior year something special. Thank you for saying “I love you”. No one has ever said it to me like that. And lastly, thank you for breaking my heart. While I’m still not sure where I’m going, I’m starting to find God or at least understand more about Him.
I’m sorry I never told you that I loved you. Because I did. And I still do.