R,

I love you. I have no idea why I broke up with you. I should have given us another chance. Life is horrible without you, and I wish I could have seen this before. I can’t help but replay our last Saturday together. I felt like I had to seek revenge for refusing my first apology, but deep down inside I wanted to give us another chance. We should have had some time apart like you suggested instead of breaking up.

I didn’t mean anything I said in the last two days. I couldn’t really wrap my head around what was going on. I felt helpless and awful, and I still do.

The past month was challenging and confusing, but I realized how much you mean to me. I love you. I wish I could go back in time and undo all of this. I can’t stop thinking about our dinner Monday night. You were so beautiful and I was filled with hope that we could renew this; start from scratch. It’s the happiest I have felt for a long time; I could have sat at that table staring at you for hours.

I’ll never let you go again. I want a life with you here. I want to make you happy, hang out with you, cuddle with you, hug you, take you out, spoil you, share my feelings with you. You’re my everything. I want my batan back.

Please come home, it’s not too late. No one cares about you more than I do. I mean every word of this.

R