My, dear, sweet love,
I guess the answer is no, you wont still love me. Even though we went through hell and back, hand in hand. Even though I was there in all the ways I knew how to during every relapse, during the times when you came close. I was there. I was there when you became so desperate you stood on the wrong side of the railing on that bridge, when you held a gun to your head, and when you ripped your skin open until there wasn’t any skin left. I was there through the cancer misdiagnosis, where everything was so uncertain, when I cried myself to sleep every night but never let you see. I wanted to stay strong for you. I was through the lupus diagnosis, when you were told you could die in 20 short years.
If you’re happier with her, then so be it. I love you. That means your happiness comes before my own.
You’re still my best friend. I can barely stand to loose you as a lover. I don’t think I could live through loosing you as a friend.
~Your Past Love
P.S. I’ll love you Forever & Always, just like we promised.
she left me
I love you
Forever & Always
Where did you go
I miss you