A Letter of Love to The Love of My Life

Jennifer H. ( Santa Cruz )

Heart and Arrow Separator

Dear Andrew,

It’s been 3 months since you moved away. I still think about you everyday. Is it sad that I can’t seem to move on no matter how hard I try.

I wanted you to love me for the rest of our lives.  I wanted to be together for the rest of our lives. That’s what I wanted, but never got my wish.

I should’ve told you how I felt, how much I loved you, when you were still here. I should have made you see how important we were, and still are, to each other. At least you are to me.

But it seemed like even when I said it, I couldn’t change your mind. It’s sad that love made me blind. I wish that I would have never chosen my friends over you, that was a foolish thing to do. Loving you was always the best part of me.


Now that your gone, I know I’m too late. Some higher power brought us back together, and I thought that it was fate. Now I realize that it was a test.  We were tested for a reason, a reason I will never seem to know.

What I do know now is that my love for you is so strong that I must let you go.  Even with the tears in my eyes as I’m typing this, it hurts me inside. My heart has always been broken, but you fixed it, and now I know what love is. I miss you…

You were, and still are, a blessing. Your smile, the way you looked at me, the way you cuddled me are things that I will forever cherish.  Please don’t ever take the love I have for you as anything less than what it is. True. Deep. Profound love.

I knew when you said goodbye the night before you moved that you would never be back.  I could see it in your eyes. But still I hold on.  I’m still holding out for you and would gladly come to you if that’s what you wanted.

If it truly is too late then I will take what you’ve shown me about love and hold out for another hero, until the morning light.

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