I’m going to keep this as short as possible, but I feel like if I don’t vent some of this turmoil it will overtake me.
I think about you every day. I miss you as if we just saw each other yesterday rather that nearly 6 years ago.
I Loved you with everything I was. I promised you that I would Love you forever, and it seems that I am meant to keep that promise. I know that it wasn’t our fault, but my reaction destroyed you. I will never live long enough to begin to tell you how sorry I am. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I didn’t fight as if my life where on the line. And I’m sorry that later on I told you how I felt, because you rejected me. I guess it was my turn to be destroyed. These 6 years have been nothing but misery. I went through the steps of moving on, but my heart isn’t in it. You are both my worst regret and the best thing that’s happened to me. Time has faded some memories, but not erased them. My Love for you, however, is just as strong as the first time I proclaimed it. I went to church, did my best to throw myself at God. I BEGGED him to either allow me another chance or take this feeling away. I guess this problem is insignificant to anyone but me.
You are a once in a lifetime kind of woman, and I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize that sooner. I wish you nothing but the best. I will sign off now by telling you that I still Love you very much, because it seems a promise is for keeping.