I think that if I write it.. It’s almost as good as saying it out loud to you.
I never chose between you; you chose for me. My birthday, when he sent me roses, waited up all night for me to get home when I’d been out with you and you slept with another girl. That’s the moment I knew he was the one for me. Maybe I did put you in the back of my mind; maybe I wanted to save you for later in my life but don’t ever think it made me love him any less. I wholeheartedly, unconditionally loved love him and if he weren’t trying so hard to stop loving me because he’s so damn scared of it, I’d be with him now.
Somehow in the past three years.. I have forgiven, then given you both second chances to say I’m the girl for you and neither of you were willing to make the big call. I really am leaving and I can not wait to fall in love again, this time with someone who is ready “to say those things” to me. I’ll miss you; both.
