I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Honestly, I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t thinking about how selfish I was, how hurt I was to the point that I was hurting others around me. Including the one I love most. “Hurt people hurt people.” I suppose we found out the truth of that the hard way. I’m still hurting because I miss you. I know what would make me feel better. You.
You’ve always been a helpful, generous, fun loving guy who sticks to his word and gives people another chance. I need him right now. The man that agreed to meet one last time and have a final conversation with one another. Where is he? Where is the man that agreed to give me another chance? The man I fell for who would sit and talk with me for hours to come up with a solution to the issues we were facing. The man whose intellect and patience I fell for. The man who could make me feel better just by walking through the door and challenged me to be a better person, daily. I thought I did the same for you.
Please tell me that the man I fell for hasn’t disappeared. The one willing to walk through hell and back for our love. The man I fell for that still sees the good in people, loves unconditionally, and is willing to give me, give us, another chance. I miss you. Do you ever think about me? Do you ever miss me at all? Does the man still exist, the one who would agree to one conversation with me?