Mar 16, 2015
Just promise me that you’ll only remember the good. Forget the fights. Forget every time I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough. Remember me as the one who got away, not the one you’re glad that he couldn’t stay. Maybe someday, when the lucky man you married isn’t around, you would tell your kids about me and only have memories of smiles and laughter to tell them about. Maybe you could tell them that the best year of your life is the one we spent together. Just please, don’t regret the love we shared. I promise you, but maybe someday, I could be lucky enough to tell my kids that the same man from my youth, is their father.
"Excerpt from a book I’ll never write" -m.i.
