I met you 6 months ago, October 2011 to be exact.
the first moment we locked eyes, I knew that I was going to love you oneday.
We spent that whole 3 day weekend together, in bed, talking, kissing, loving one another.
I accused you of using me for sex.
I wouldn’t give it up.
you said that my kiss mesmerized you and that you had a feeling you were gonna fall deep for me.
I’m not an express your feelings, being sensitive kinds girl but I was with you.
We dated for 2 days. You broke up with me because you were not ready to be in a relationship.
we stopped talking for about a month or two.
I still couldn’t get over that gut feeling in my stomach that you were the one.
December 2011, I find out that you and I were somehow related.
We talked again. You freaked out. I pretended I did too, but all I can think of is how much I love you.
January 2012, we hung out for the first time in months. I got drunk and we went back to your place.
I told you I was ready to sleep with you.
so this time, we actually did.
You told me afterwards that things have changed and you’ve moved on.
I was devastated.
I started to write you a letter, one a day.
I want to give them to you so bad but I’m afraid of what you’ll think.
If loving you means moving on and letting you be happy, then be happy.
I want that with all my heart.
I keep thinking that God keeps pulling us together and pulling us apart for a reason.
you claimed that you wanted to “have fun.”
I’m not gonna stop you.
I just wish that one day you realize that I’m the one for you, but by then I hope I realize that you’re not the one for me.
you will always be in my heart, but I’m letting you go so I can be free.