Hey you,
So here we are, nearly two years after I first fell in love with you. To say its been easy would be a lie, its been hard, really hard. Its been hard ever since that very first night we kissed. The night where you were still hers, and I wasn’t supposed to care. I knew it was different. I knew you were different. And for the next eight months I spent nights wide-awake trying to figure out why I couldn’t get you out of my head. But that summer when we sat outside until the sun rose, drinking wine and eating lasagna for breakfast, I knew it wasn’t all in my head. I don’t know how I did it; I don’t know how I made you fall in love with me by solely being myself. I told you all the things I had tried so hard to hide, but nothing stopped you. You accepted it, all of it, and you held me when I thought I couldn’t go anymore. And in return I held you. Those cold autumn days that turned into nights as we kissed by the water were some of the happiest of my life. I never knew someone could make me feel infinite, but you did. You still do. You always will.
I will never forget the nights I spent crying out of fear, the nights where you seemed out of reach, the nights where I thought you were done with this, with us. But when I look back at the last two years those times seem irrelevant, because nothing is perfect, we’re not perfect. The tears, the fights, and the words that cut us were inevitable, but in the end love brought us through, the reason we didn’t and couldn’t say goodbye. And I hope we never will.
We’re packing up soon, going to a new place together, as friends. I know its time, time to let fate play its role, and the only reason I’m letting go is because if we’re meant to be together we will be, someday. And that day I will tell you forever. I want forever. I swear I do. But if you find a girl these next few years that makes you smile on the days that I couldn’t, look back at the times we had together and smile and know I will be too.
I love you selflessly and completely.