It’s been a year now since we broke up, and I’ve come to this conclusion: I’ll never get over you. Do you remember when we first met? You wanted to hide from the world. The first day I saw you, I knew that you were the one that I was going to marry. The year and a half we went out was hard on us. I felt as though I jumped through hoops every day to make sure you’d see tomorrow. You were so fragile. I wanted to protect you from the world. It was hard, yet everything was perfect in my eyes. But not in yours. You wanted to change. I didn’t know what to do, so I pushed you away. When I saw you changing, I was scared. I wanted you to say come with me. You never did.
You are my miracle, but now you want to go. I understand you want the world. And I want you to have it. You’ve come so far, and I am so proud of you. Don’t stop; don’t give it up for anything. My only regret is this: I let you go. I should’ve never let you go. I’ll love you forever. Forgive me but I can’t go on.
I’ll be watching over you,