It kills me to see you go. Nothing in the world can prepare me for something like this. I stay up at night with a soaked pillow because I don't know what else to do. Maybe it's just bad timing, but I can't help but think I did something wrong. I can't help to think this is all my fault, and you're trying to tell me that it's not so I can move on.

Sometimes I hate that I love you, but even when I do, I can't help but to love you to pieces. Everything about you makes me feel like you are the perfect man, although it doesn't seem like it sometimes. What initially drew me to you stands strong, and I know exactly why I love you the way I do. Despite the little things that I'm not too fond of, I still find myself trying to compromise and love everything about you. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I try. I try because nothing would make me happier than to be with you, in your arms.

The connection and bond that we shared was beyond mental and physical, which is really what makes this the hardest thing in the world. I'm sorry I couldn't give you everything you deserved, and that I couldn't be better for you.