To my first love.
I’m sorry. I hurt you before I matured enough to know better.
Now that I’m older and wiser, I know I can be a kind person. I’m brave enough to show it every day. I’m brave enough to be myself.
You’ve changed, too. You ended up with depression and an alcohol problem after too many years of bad luck.
After I vowed to respect other people and never hurt another living soul for any reason, I…needed to have patience with myself and keep trying, because old habits die hard.
After years of practice, I’m going to be alright. I practiced getting sober, loving myself, then putting myself in other people’s shoes – then listening, looking for the chance to appreciate other people for who they are.
Now, I’m looking for somebody just like you (except less broken).
You’re gone. We will never see each other again. Sometimes from a distance, someone seems a bit like you and I hope that it’ll be like the way we used to be, but then, as I get to know them better, I can’t help but notice all the ways it’s not the same.
What would you say, what would you do? If I tried to marry someone just like you?
What would you do if I changed my mind about that? And called you?
On February 13th.