I Might Not Love You Perfectly, but I Promise I’ll Give You My Whole Heart

I need you to know that I’m going to love you with all of me.

I wish I knew all the right things to say and when to say something and when not to. I can’t give you answers for things I can’t explain, nor can I promise you’ll always like what I have to say.

I can’t promise you that we won’t argue or anger each other to the point where being in each other’s presence infuriates us. I can’t promise you that I won’t raise my voice or that sometimes I won’t deserve you raising yours.

There’s no guarantee that I won’t be needy or selfish or whiny. I might nag you constantly. I can’t promise that I’ll always be appropriate, or ladylike either. But I’ll try my best.

I can’t tell you that this will be easy. More than likely, it won’t be. I’m difficult and I know it. I can’t promise to give you the world because it’s impossible.I can’t make all your dreams come true. I can’t answer your prayers as much as I wish I could.

An Open Letter To My Boyfriend In Heaven

I’ll never forget that exact moment where my life changed forever.

November 4, 2015 is the date I lost the love of my life and among others lost their best friend. Your Mother and Father lost their baby and your siblings lost their loved brother. It didn’t feel real at all. It felt like a complete dream, and to this exact day It still does. You left too soon and had the whole world ahead of you with goals and dreams to accomplish. You talked about a Promise Ring days before you passed, also having a family together and how we were only bound to be the chillest parents.

 

Our future together was bright with a family, dream jobs, and we couldn’t wait to finally get started by getting our own place together and to build and grow from there.

A big part of me was angry at God for taking you. It didn’t make sense as to why he took away such an amazing man that impacted everyone and was so loved. You are truly special and Heaven gained the best Angel there is. As each day passes, the pain still hurts. People say time heals, but It hasn’t.

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