• My Dearest Harley

    by  • November 30, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Miss You • 0 Comments

    It’s been awhile since I last wrote you here. I think of you often, more often than I should. I read something the other day that made me think of you. “What is the difference between the love of your life and your soulmate? One is a choice, the other is not.” How true that is. They say if you can stop loving someone, you never truly loved them. We are going on nearly 8 years. Broken promises, heartache, and tears enough to fill a football stadium. Even after all of that, I still love you. I know now that I always will. One day I will meet the love of my life, and I will be happy with him. One day you will meet the love of your life, and you will be happy with her. We will always love each other, and we will always gravitate to one another as we always have. That’s the thing about soulmates. We don’t get a choice in the matter. It happens like that sometimes. The only thing we can do is stop holding onto what may never be, because we cant get hung up on the What If’s of life. If we do, they will swallow us up and we will never be happy.
    I think I am writing you here, instead of in the book, is because I’m not ready for you to see this yet. I need to say it to someone though, so as usual, I turn to the vast interweb. Giving the world yet another glimpse into My Story…Our Story…
    We aren’t the same people we were all those years ago. Physically, I mean. Every seven years we become essentially new people, because in that time, every cell in our body has been replaced by a new cell. It’s weird to think about that. Anyways….
    I miss you. I am worried about you.

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