I would like to start with love. I love you. I love you more than I ever thought i could love and that love runs so deep and so fiercely that I could never see myself without you. You were my better half, someone who could always make me smile and reason with the chaos that was in my head. You were amazing and everything that i not only needed but wanted. My rock.
It wasn’t until very recently that all the times you’ve told me that “maybe we’re not working” or “maybe we’re not meant to be together” has finally started to set in. Like a drop of blood in water, it first kept to itself, but slowly and surly began to change the water. I guess what i’m trying to say is that I’m starting to realize that maybe you’re not for me, that we shouldn’t be together anymore. God. Seeing that typed up spooks me. I just don’t know anymore. I feel like we’re traveling at two different levels and right now things just aren’t lining up anymore. Tonight is the last straw i guess. 4:13AM… I was suppose to see your beautiful, smiling face 2 hours ago.
Ugh. I can’t. I love you. But I can’t anymore.