It has been a few months since we have seen each other, but only days since we have last spoken. I still think about you often; multiple times a day to be exact. I miss you immensely but I know this is for the best. It is painful right now because the wound on my heart is fresh, but with each passing day, I’m learning to live without you. I’m grateful for this, because loving someone you cannot be with is both agonizing and tiresome.
I have struggled over the past few weeks to express how I am feeling to you. Verbalizing my emotions is not possible because I am too distraught with heartache to communicate clearly. I decided a letter would be the best outlet for my thoughts. I find it easier to formulate my words onto a piece of paper than to express them from my lips.
We met when I was young and vulnerable. I was 24-years-old and recently wounded from a very devastating breakup. I was fragile and naïve, and I truly thought I found the love of my life in you.
You were everything I could’ve dreamed of; the exact kind of man I wanted in my life. You were a few years older than me, smart, handsome, caring and established in your career. Having never met a man like you, I was instantly smitten. It appeared those feelings were well received and reciprocated. Over the next year and a half, we grew closer and learned as much as we could about one another – our hopes, our dreams, our fears, and what we envisioned for the future. We even discussed getting married and having a family one day. You were the deepest and strongest love I have ever experienced.