You are the love of my life. I wish I had known that you would not choose me. I would have accommodated you.

How could you ever speak to me again knowing that I love you like I do? How could you speak to me knowing that I want you like I want you? But also, how could you not?

I keep coming back to this: Our love is special. Not everyone gets the chance to love like we love each other. Let’s not be stupid. Let’s get creative.

Do not let me go again.

You make me bloom.