Dear M,

I still love you and need to try and forget you.

I left for the other side of the world nine years ago. The truth is I had hoped that you would show up at the airport (like they do in the movies), tell me that you loved me too and that you wanted me to stay. But real life doesn’t work out like that.

In the end we both married other people and whilst I have love, it is not the same love I had with you.

I can’t define it, or explain why, but you were my great love. It may even sound silly to you. But I think you loved me back.

Just know that you were the one. Know that I am sorry that I didn’t stay. Know that sometimes I ache for you and desperately want to feel you inside of me. Know that I would have loved to carry your baby. Know that I will always love you.

G