Dear Stranger,
I miss you. I miss calling you mine and the taste of your sweet name come out of my mouth. I miss texting you throughout the day because you cared. I miss when people used to ask me where you were because they knew we are a package deal. I miss laughing with you and hearing you laugh at my terrible jokes. I miss looking into your eyes that used to be filled with love just for me. I miss your voice, I miss your sweet mouth, I miss everything about you. I even miss your family. I did not get a chance to be around them as much as I wish I could have, but even so, I still miss them.
I miss the fact that at the end of the day before bed I could whisper sweet I love you in your ear. I miss knowing I had you and you had me. I miss my person; I miss what used to be my half.
People used to ask me how you were doing a lot; they don't anymore. I hate not knowing how you are doing, but it's none of my business anymore. I hate that at night my mind still wonders to you, even after a big fight or when we stopped talking. I hate that you don't text me at all, as if though I no longer exist. I hate that your mouth doesn't whisper my sweet name. I hate that someone else will touch you; I hate that someone else will love you. I hate you.
I fell in love with you so fast, it was effortless, it was sweet and innocent, and it was young love that only belongs in romance novels. It was easy loving you, everything about you was so captivating. How could I not fall in love? You used to wipe my tears away from my cheeks when I had a really hard day, you used to worry about me, you used to do a lot of things. I fell in love with you so fast that the wind was knocked right out of me. I remember the night I whispered I love you. It wasn't in English; trust me I had no courage to tell you I love you in your native language.
But as seasons change, so do people. I began falling out of love with you. I became too needy; I didn't give you personal space. You became my anchor that held me down during my hard days. I began depending on you; I wanted to be around you so your absence wouldn't feel like a gaping hole in my heart. I noticed that at the end of the day I was the only one whispering sweet I love yous. You didn't wipe my tears away anymore, you refused to be my anchor, you didn't look at me like I was the only one you loved anymore. I lost myself in loving you.
To this day I miss you, and I love you but falling out of love with you has been and still is the hardest thing I have ever done. Maybe one day fate will get us back together but as of right now I think that going our separate ways was the best decision I made.
This is a letter to the man that I fell in love with way to fast and falling out of love way to slow.
All my best,
Your former other half
