I met you in November and by February you had completely swept me off my feet and into your world. I resisted a little at first but you fought hard for me and won me in the end. You showed me a whole different way to think and to live. You let me take my stress and anxiety out on you and you made me feel whole after being so broken for so long. I became reliant on you, and it scared me, but I didn’t try to stop it. You loved me more than anyone ever has and it left me paralyzed.

The summer was the happiest time of my entire existence. We went on little adventures every day and stayed up all night talking and exchanging dreams. I had tried so hard not to fall for you, but I ended up diving off that cliff that I had been so afraid of. As the summer drew to an end I began to fear and dread what was coming, and I unknowingly started to push you away from me. But you just held on tighter. That gave me hope that maybe we could make it, so I quit trying to distance myself from you.

The night before I left was the hardest night of my life. I held on to you as a cried, but you told me we’d be okay. But we didn’t end up being okay. I think the day I left was the day you gave up. It hurt me to know that after everything you just gave up hope in that we could be okay. The night I tried to cut things off between us snapped you out of it, but it was too late. I wanted you so badly, but you didn’t believe in us. Now I lay in bed at night hoping I didn’t make a terrible mistake. Everyone tells me I did the right thing, but I still don’t know. I miss you, but you’re out of reach now.