But I didn’t want to give up on us because I knew this period of your life was going to end at some point. And I didn’t want to accept that after all this time without happiness you were sent to my life to show me what a real relationship can look like. You showed me how much I can love and how much I’m capable of being loved.
So I fought for us and it seemed you are fighting for us too, in a weird way but you were.
And when it was so perfect again, I saw that in your eyes and I felt it in your touch that you did really want me to be with you. You wanted to let me in, but then you had to go and change again and even if you took a step towards me you took two backward.
I knew you didn’t want to let me go. You couldn’t. But you were fighting inside against something else, something I couldn’t compete with. And I know you, I still don’t think you would ever hurt me. I know how sensitive you are and how much you need that love I can give you. I know that, and deep inside you know that too.
But for now, we got to that point where there are more pain and tears than happiness and laughing. I lost myself. I am not that funny, sassy, weirdo, I used to be. I cannot fight for someone who doesn’t want me to. I love you. I am more than happy I could love you, you are the most perfect person I have ever met.
