I said goodbye to you today.
We had a good day, you came over and we walked to a park and just cuddled and talked and it was as good as any last day with someone you love can be. I cried. A lot. But I guess I just have to keep reminding myself that we didn’t break up. We just won’t see each other for three and a half months. My biggest fear, is that you’ll be in town in December, and you won’t be my significant other anymore. That we’ll have grown into two very different people and we’ll realize that we’re not right for each other anymore, and I’ll look back and wish I’d spent one more day, one more hour with this guy I was in love with because he gave me one of the best years of my life.
However, I realize that you’re the one who was really into us staying together, that you brought it up first. Which leaves me to believe that you love me, too.
And I never give up on something I love. I always want love to prevail and I believe that things happen for a reason. So, if we don’t end up together, it wasn’t meant to be.
I do believe it was meant to be though.
I’m not entirely sure I believe in the concept of soul mates, but I could easily see you being mine, I love you.
We’ll be together again.
I’m terrible with goodbyes.