To You:

You should know that you made last year wonderful for me. I'm so happy I have been able to spend so much time with you, especially over these last few months. You have taught me so much. I could not have asked for a more blissful year basking in your light. You make me feel free.

But I want this year with you, too, and any other years I could possibly have. I cannot ask you for this though; that would be so, so selfish of me. I know you don't want me like I want you. I'm sorry if I pushed you too hard to change your mind-- it wasn't fair of me. I'll stop, I promise. I'll start letting you go; it's what's best for the both of us, right?

My eyes are stinging with tears as I write this. This is harder for me than you can possibly imagine. Ultimately, though, I just want you to be happy. I think I have been through enough with you to know that I will always cherish and love you. We created something beautiful, and I'll never forget that. It makes my chest ache to imagine my future without you, but I suppose I need to start getting used to the idea.

When I said that maybe I was wrong about you, I lied. You are lovely; don't let anyone ever tell you differently. They don't love you like I love you, they don't see what I see. That's alright though, I know you can change their minds. You have that power over people, especially me. It's one of the things I love best about you: you are not what you seem.

I miss you already, from the deepest recesses of my being.