Dearest “Drake”: When we first started seeing each other you began to write a story of us…you changed our names to Drake and Lisa. Lol I never liked the name “Drake”, but you loved it so I let it go 😊I let so much go that I shouldn’t have. But it was okay because when we were together, nothing else mattered😊I loved you so much. I still do. I have every damned reason to hate you, but I can’t do it.

I’ve moved. I now live in the apartment I showed you that day. I know you hated it, but it’s mine. No roommates 😉 One huge problem I have with the place is I have to drive past your old house to get to it. Not that I don’t already have a constant reminder of you as it is. You now live on a main road I travel frequently, you go to the same gas station I do, I now work with one of your relatives, my daughter’s father got a job at your mill working your shift (with my luck on your crew). Not to mention when I drive past you on the roads. For a fraction of a second I’m excited, but then I remember that I’m supposed to hate you so I usually flip you off. Easy, painless. But I want to cry every time. Every. Time.

It’s been a year and a half since I’ve felt your arms holding me tight. A year and a half since I’ve felt your lips on mine. A year and a half since you looked at me with that sparkle in your eye (the same one that’s been there from the start…the one I fell in love with). A year and I half since I’ve heard your sweet sexy voice. A year and a half since you said we had to call it quits. A year and a half since you shattered my heart. A year and a half since you walked away for the final time. And it was NEVER supposed to be like this. You were NEVER supposed to mean this much. But it happened. And for a year and a half I’ve been trying to forget you.

But I just can’t. Even after everything, I know deep in my heart that if our paths were to cross again I would fall right back into your arms. Just like every other time we tried to walk away from each other. I do have to say, though… This is definitely our longest stretch apart lol.

They say the heartache heals with time. I think that’s bullsh*t. I don’t think the heartache ever heals. I think we just get numb to it.

God, I miss you so much 😢 And I hate it, but I still love you