Ah my first love. It took me so long to find you. But then, after some searching there you were on september 1st. 2012. I’ve spent that whole day with a stranger who later on told me he still kept his ticket to the museum as a memory. You were the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.

Everything was “perfect” until a year and a half later. That dreadful november 30th. When my heart was broken. I felt it coming days before. I was already mentally prepping myself for what was to come. After it happened I was completely and totaly lost. I lost myself…

And you never knew… How I cared about you…How I actually did love you…Maybe I didn’t know either, but it’s all too late now. And that’s okay. Didn’t really seem like you would care anymore anyway.

But sometimes, I’m just scared I will never find someone as good as you. Sometimes I’m afraid I will never be with someone who understands me so well. Who adores me as much.

This is foolish i know. We we’re meant to be for as long as we were.

But here’s the thing; I do hope you still have your museumticket. And everytime you look at it, you get chills because you realize what you’ve lost…

I LOVE(D) YOU