You know, for all the times I thought you were the one, the one I'd spend forever with, the one who'd love me till the end of time... and yet, here I am, writing this letter, and you, you're gone.
It was supposed to be the letter that made you mine, the one that'd make you stay. But alas, I never sent it, and you never got it. Guess that's just one more thing I'll always regret.
Apparently, I was so caught up in the romance that I forgot to breathe. Who knew love could be so suffocating? Wish I'd sent that letter.
Turns out, I wasn't the only one feeling this way. Who knew there were more out there, suffering in silence, just like me? Guess that's just another thing to add to this never-ending list of what-ifs.
I guess that's all there is to say. It's time to let go, to close the book on this chapter of my life. Wish you were here to read this.
But wait, there's more! I'm not done yet. Who knows what other heartaches I'll uncover? What other unmailed love letters I'll write?
I think it's time to close the book on this, but not before I leave you with this: if you ever see this, know that I still love you.