I truly miss you, more than anything. I love truly love you, more than anything.

Today marks 2 months since you ended it.

Not a day, or even an hour, goes by, when I don’t think of you.
You taught me so much, you helped me see what love is.. and it’s beautiful.
I had no idea what love was before you, I thought maybe I’d know, or have some sort of idea, but I didn’t.
After it ended, I’ve realized more things about myself than I have in the past 10 years, which is a nice silver lining. Tho most things aren’t great.
I also realized that love is respect and I never got to tell you how much I respected you, how incredibly proud I was of you, I don’t know why I never told you. I deeply regret not having told you.

Do you still think of me?
Do you still love me? Or was the love something else?

Your voice, and I’m not exaggerating, was the most beautiful thing in the world. I don’t want to say it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, because nothing I’ve ever seen or touched has been as beautiful either.
I wish I could hear your voice. I wish you would have recorded your voice singing like I asked. You never did and now I have no way of hearing your voice again.
I will never hear that voice again, that beautiful sound.
That could make me happy at any moment.
I will forever associate your voice with love. If I ever hear it again, I know, every tiny little feeling from every tiny little corner of my heart will creep back out.

I think I can move on and not think of you in every waking moment at some point, I might even be able to love someone else.
However, I know if you ever contacted me again, if I ever saw you or talked to you again, it would all come rushing back like it was the day before you ended it. Like when we were so in love, when you were what made me relaxed, comfortable, happy and eveything else good. When you were the one that made me love.

I won’t ever hear from you again. On my birthday, if you don’t contact me, I’ll accept it. I’ll move on. I won’t have a choice.

You will never see this letter, but you would know who wrote it and that it was written to you, if you ever did.

I loved the time we had together, I will always cherish it. You were not my first girlfriend, nor were you my first friend.
You were my first real best friend. My first love.

I hope to everything that I can that you are well.
Have an amazing life, you deserve it.

You were amazing, beautiful and wonderful… everything good.

I love you.

Bye, potato.

Noodle