We were high school sweethearts and I always knew that we were meant to be together, that you are the one person for me.
It took us 6 years before we would find the time and admit that i love you as much as you love me. From that moment on, it was only us. We were happy. We were good together.
We were good together.
I changed, and I got scared. I pushed you away and I hurt you. We broke up.
It was the hardest thing I ever had to go through. And I know it was the same for you. We talked, we cried, we kissed. But it just wouldn’t get any better because I was just so damn scared of everything that might happen.
Then there was nothing.
We didn’t talk anymore. And now you’re happy with someone else.
And i changed again. I don’t know who I am anymore. It is killing me. I started lying and pretending. I told my friends I am fine, that I can deal with all of this, that I am over you – like you are over me.
Thing is, I refuse. I refuse to give up the thought of us being together. I love you and I am willing to do everything it takes to get back to where we were when it was just us. Even if that means letting you be happy with someone else.
I love you. But I can’t let you go. Because this is all I have left from you.
We were so good together.
I love you.
I fucked up. And I don’t think i can fix it.