To my soulmate

To my soulmate

To my soulmate

Dear Jesus, 
Where do I start… You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you showed me love you showed me forgiveness and you were my first kiss, okay I’m not going to lie you were my first real boyfriend. I’m actually proud to say you were my first kiss because you’re one of the good guys I know it. Remember you were the type to wait for your girlfriend to get off the school bus because that was the only way you could see her and then you would walk her to half a block of yours and her house… Your love was so pure and I loved that about you. Even tho we’ve had difficulties and I ended things but you were always going to be Jesus.

Even after everything I still get butterflies when I talk to you, about you, or see you and that is rare for someone and it means something, but if you thought for a second I never cared your wrong because I spent all junior year obsessing over you, I hated the fact we didn’t talk anymore at school but the thought of passing you in the hall ways when it was passing period calmed me. You Jesus ****** your in my head and ever since I found out you were in jail I can’t stop thinking about you.

It’s been 2 years since I left Denver and Your in my head when I wake up and go to sleep. I believe this is karma . I am so so sorry and I wish I could say this all to your face because 1 I would love to see your face and so you can believe me… I never stopped regretting not choosing you. I should have talked to you in school even if you didn’t want to talk to me but I was just scared of you not wanting to talk to me. I’ve had ex’s but you are different your the type that this feeling won’t go away. If I could take it back I’d choose you every time. I miss you and wish things could have gone different but No matter how many hours, minutes, years I’m still here for You and I’m not going anywhere.

Love, Nayeli

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