My Love
To my love,
Love is a mysterious thing that I don’t quite understand.
I don’t quite understand how two people can go from being strangers to suddenly caring so much.
So much of love happens in the unseen thoughts and unheard words.
Words like whispered I love you’s and well words like the ones I said.
I said that you meant everything to me and I wasn’t lying when I said that.
I wasn’t lying when I said that you showed me a part of me I didn’t even know was there before I met you.
Before I met you I was lonely but never alone.
Alone was all I had really ever known because as much as I loved other people I had really only ever been loved once before.
Once before I met you I remember saying how much I wanted to grow old with someone who cared for me.
Someone who cared for me told me that it could really happen one day.
One day I met you and finally all the pieces started to fall in line.
Lines were quickly crossed though and I think back now to how much I questioned it all.
I questioned it all when you started to say things like “I love you, but…”.
I love you but I don’t just love you I love every part of you.
Every part of you that is broken and messy and hurting.
Hurting me and hurting you, hurting others, and yet all I want is to show you what love can be.
Love can be the very thing that puts you back together.
Back together is all I wanted and wished for when you finally said we needed to end.
We needed to end so that you could focus on what you loved.
What you loved wasn’t me and I realize that now more than ever.
Now more than ever I know that love is a mysterious thing that I still don’t quite understand.
I don’t quite understand how two people can go from caring so much to suddenly being strangers again.
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