There once was a girl and a boy who were deeply in love. It has been 5 months since they departed, and he decided that he didn't want to do the relationship anymore because she had lied to him, again. She didn't think he noticed, but when she called him one night crying and saying I'm sorry, she really meant it. He always told her that she never did say she was sorry about anything. She never told him why, and she doesn't know if he understands now. She knew she had to save all of them for something very big, which in time she knew he would find out. And that one, tear streaked sorry that night, was all of the sorry's that she had built up in the relationship with him. She thought it would be more meaningful, but she doesn't think he caught on.
One night her Mom was crying. She went to her Mom and told her to tell her something for once and this is what her Mom told the girl.
" You know when your father showed up today Amy? You know when I said oh boy, there he is? I didn't say that out of hate for him, I said it because it still hurts. Yesterday would have been 24 years, I gave my heart to that man, and you just don't stop loving someone like that, you just don't."
After that the girl went upstairs and laid down on her bed and took out a picture of the boy who still holds her heart and she cried. She then calmed herself and wiped the tears away.
She looked at that picture and she said, " John, I still love you. I try hard to pretend that I don't, but these tears that run down my cheeks every night don't hide the fact and the long nights of being afraid to drift off to sleep for I don't want to see your face don't hide the fact. I gave you my heart, and you just don't stop loving someone like that, you just don't."
As you said a long time ago...I never would give up on you, and that's what made you love me; because I was strong and I kept holding on. And you promised that you would do the same, no matter what. I suppose I took that promise to heart.
Happy Birthday... I miss you.
Reason for writing:
Returning a card to my last love, only with my own story at the bottom of it, hoping that he'll understand how much he truly means to me.
Birth sign: Pisces
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