This would be posted five years after, when I no longer feel the same, anymore. I saw two songs in Youtube, the one who answer for me. It says, ‘Please forgive me, if you’re not the one.’ Songs of Bryan Adams and Daniel Bedingfield.
So here I am, not knowing if you’ll ever read this letter. You deleted most of the ones you wrote for me, but here is mine again. I don’t know what I feel after a year, but I hope I am happier. Still, this letter is for you, not for me.
Do you know why I loved you more than anyone else?
I loved them, all completely. But with you, I wanted to be with you, and I wanted to grow old with you. I wanted to share weird things with you, and I wanted to see how we’d fit into the van, because damn, you wanted too many kids. I would have asked if I was such a mother pig, and you’d laugh.
You’d be in the library and I’d just walk in, and you’d be annoyed for me for not knocking. We’d argue for a bit and I’ll probably kiss you to shut up. Or maybe you. We’d argue about every small thing, and no one would win... well maybe, you.
We’d name our kids in Greek and well, in Latin names, I guess. I’d probably add some flowers’ names and maybe, you’d love them. You’d teach them how to play the guitar and sing with them, or maybe dance, which you love to do, too.
You’d handle the math problems. I’d go with English, because that’s better with me.
If asked why I loved you, I don’t know anymore. I saw a lot and my heart stayed, even when you went away. Even when you fell in love with someone else. Even when you didn’t want me to be with you then.
Hard it was but hard was what I could have, because it’s you. But you didn’t want that.
I really loved you, and I guess you also did, too.
But maybe, this world, just cannot permit us, too.
That’s why in most of the love song, we often liked the moon, rocketships, and the skies. For there, we can love as we are, as we can, as we could.
I want to say that it did not feel right, but I know that lying won’t make this better, so I’ll say, it felt so right that the woman who did not want to marry, wanted to marry you and be with you for the rest of her life.
I guess, this is just as it was, as it is. It is all that I can give.
You were the one in one point.
And now, you are someone else’s the one now.
I hope we both see our genuine happiness, this time. I love you, 3000.
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