My love remains I hope that’s enough.
Years ago I dicovered my blog was magic. Yes, as you read it, magic. One day I wrote a story about you and me and that story became the real story of us. I imagined this paralell world in which we were happy together and that world became the real world, not parallel, but the only true world.
You brought a happiness I’ve never imagined to my life. I was already happy and when you came I could not explain the magnitude of my new happiness. It was as if my life was finally how it was supposed to be. I got to know myself better, I got to see what kind of person I could be, I got to realize how I didn’t need anything more than love to be successful.
But I knew it would not last. And I was right. The very same day you left I could not enter my magical blog anymore, I forgot its password and until this day I still can’t remember it, so that’s why I write here.
I write about a parallel world. a parallel world in which you come back and say you’ve made a mistake. A parallel world in which you just were unsure and confused and didn’t want to make me suffer so you didn’t try to make it right until we were face to face. A parallel world in which you aknowledged I was the best thing that ever happen to you. Because, yes, even as I sit writing this and knowing how I sound I know positively that I am the best thing that ever happened to you, I know that you won’t find another love like mine, another person that cares about you as I did, and do, you just won’t. I know you’re the one missing out your opportunity on true lasting happiness, the opportunity to realize you’re capable of loving, the opportunity to realize you have everything in your life to be happy, to realize you are loved, to realize not only that you COULD be successful in life but that you already are, and there’s no need to feel sad and worried all the time. Maybe, in a parallel world you would be able to see yourself through my eyes and realize that you’re loved and amazing and that even when I could be missing my chance to be loved by someone who truly loved me I would choose you, everyday I still choose you.
I know I’ll probably find someone that loves me more than you ever did, but the problem is that I don’t want anyone, I want you. I love you. And in a parallel world you love me.
In a parallel world you lived your life, you partied, you dated, you had the time of your life and in the end you realized the only thing that was missing in your life was me. So in that very same world you come back to me, you say you’re sorry, you say you love me, and you try to convince me to take you back.
In a parallel world I have the strength to leave what happened behind, in a parallel world love wins and I take you back even when I know you’re not the best for me.
I truly hope this happens, but if it doesn’t I just wish you know deep in your heart that I loved you with all I had, that I cared about you more than anyone ever will, that I loved every single one of your flaws, and that you’ll never find anyone that loves you a fraction of how I did. And I wish I’m able to love that person who will truly love me as you should have but never did.
I don’t have my magic blog anymore, but I still have my words, my dreams and my love. I hope that’s enough.