Dearest,
It’s been 2 year since the day you last met me. The day you confessed that I deserved something better, the day you finally got the guts to tell me it’s time to let go, the day you went out to chase your dreams.
Maybe I should have not let you go. I should have stopped you. But would you stay back for me?
You never told me the reason. And if you still believe that I don’t deserve to know why you left me, then it’s okay. It’s okay because I’ll still try to live with it for the rest of my life, waking up everyday asking myself the same question.
“Because after you left, I found pieces of you in everything.”
For the past one year, I have been waiting to just hear your voice, to hear you laugh and talk about your day, to hear you hum to your favorite song. I hope you have grown your beard you’ve always to.
I miss you so much, but I promise I’ll never let you know. I’ll be strong just like you wanted me to. Your words of hope still ring in my ears.
You’re my inspiration. You made me what I am today. You loved me enough, guided me, stood by me, protected me, held me strong, encouraged me.
You showed me things I had never seen, took me to places I’ve never been, looked into me when I gave up, taught me lessons I’ve never learned, listened to me when there was no one and finally gave me an eternity of love.
No matter where I go and whom I meet, I’ll always chose you. It’ll always be you.
