Dear You,
You are not forgotten. In your heart, you feel replaced, out of place, trying to make everything fall into place. You’re as dear to me as you ever have been. The fault’s in me. Don’t struggle; don’t think. It’s me. It’s my crazy. It’s my life and balance and the sense to be made of them all. My turn. I need to show you now that I love you like I did on those nights we spend laying aimlessly on countless couches in sheer serenity.
Don’t give up on me just yet. Branching out takes its toll, but you are a part of me no matter what I change and who I become. Memories of growing up and growing into ourselves aren’t lost on me. Trust me, I won’t take everything you’ve been in my life for granted. I love you the same. Both the same as I always have and the same as I love those in the same place as you.
Know you’ll never be downgraded, never replaced. I’m sorry for the confusion of lately and I’m excited for the amazing of later. You’re in my life. I don’t want you to leave. Thank you for being patient. I don’t want to disappoint you anymore.
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