My first kiss, my first date, my first boyfriend, my first and only true love.
You gave me life. Everything was brighter. I never knew a feeling like the one you gave me. My life had meaning. It began the day I saw you. I lived to see your smile.
Then… things went terribly bad. You suddenly became scared to lose me, yet I wasn’t going anywhere. How could you not see that? You hurt me every single day. For a solid year. What else could I do? I was physically ill, crying every day, and hating myself for the hatred you showed me.
What I don’t understand, what I hate… I remember none of that. All I remember are sunsets on the pond. Lying on the sand. The way you looked at me. The way you said “I love you always”.
Now you still want me. You spent the last 3 years bettering yourself for me. I’m still too scared to risk another broken heart, yet I’m not over you. You love me and I love you, but it cannot be.
There will never be another you, yet I still look for a sign that second chances are really worth risking everything for. Please. Somehow… show me it’s you.