u/anonymous_moose_

I miss you so much. 

I told myself I wouldn’t get on my knees and beg, but I’m swallowing my pride. You are far too important to me to stifle my true feelings. I cannot bare your absence. I am heartbroken every day. It all leads to you. Every accomplishment, I want to tell you about. Every exciting, funny moment, I want to share with you. Every quiet moment, I think of you.  

The pain of the regret I feel when I think about how I ruptured our bond, stings deeply every time I think about it. I know I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back. 

For whatever it’s worth - you have my word that those mistakes would never happen again. The mismatches in presence, the lack of self-care, the insecure outbursts - none of it. If there’s anything I can do to preserve you and I - I will do it. 

All I ask of you - if you have any remaining romantic feelings for me - is that you give me one more chance. One more chance to show up, and make you understand and truly feel the depth of my love for you. 

I really want to know you - all of you. And I want you to know all of me. I want to see the good, bad, ugly. It feels like we only just began. I want to see it all. I want to accept, embrace, and celebrate all of what you are. You are so beautiful to me. The more I learned about you, the more beautiful you became. 

I am a drifter, too. It has been hard for me to make any one heart my home. But I want to have a home in your heart. I have made up my mind about you. I would promise to you my loyalty, my devotion, my companionship, and my undying effort. I want to be on a team with you. I don’t want anybody else but you . 

I love you. 

And I know my love would only grow. 

What do you say? Could you give us one more try? 

I miss you so much. 

I told myself I wouldn’t get on my knees and beg, but I’m swallowing my pride. You are far too important to me to stifle my true feelings. I cannot bare your absence. I am heartbroken every day. It all leads to you. Every accomplishment, I want to tell you about. Every exciting, funny moment, I want to share with you. Every quiet moment, I think of you.  

The pain of the regret I feel when I think about how I ruptured our bond, stings deeply every time I think about it. I know I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back. 

For whatever it’s worth - you have my word that those mistakes would never happen again. The mismatches in presence, the lack of self-care, the insecure outbursts - none of it. If there’s anything I can do to preserve you and I - I will do it. 

All I ask of you - if you have any remaining romantic feelings for me - is that you give me one more chance. One more chance to show up, and make you understand and truly feel the depth of my love for you. 

I really want to know you - all of you. And I want you to know all of me. I want to see the good, bad, ugly. It feels like we only just began. I want to see it all. I want to accept, embrace, and celebrate all of what you are. You are so beautiful to me. The more I learned about you, the more beautiful you became. 

I am a drifter, too. It has been hard for me to make any one heart my home. But I want to have a home in your heart. I have made up my mind about you. I would promise to you my loyalty, my devotion, my companionship, and my undying effort. I want to be on a team with you. I don’t want anybody else but you . 

I love you. 

And I know my love would only grow. 

What do you say? Could you give us one more try? 

You said “I love you” first - you said it to me in your sleep. You said it soft, tender, half-conscious. So sweet. I said it back - elated.

Later in the day, you said it to me in the kitchen, fully awake. I said it back - more elated - because I now knew it wasn’t a mistake. You said you were nervous to say it for the first time - I let you know that you’d already said it in your sleep a few hours prior. So technically - it was the second time.

Two months later, you discarded me.

Now the next time someone says “I love you”, I will be wondering just how quickly they will do a 180, and leave me out of the blue.

I don’t want to hear someone else say “I love you” anyway.

It is devastating to me how short the time was between our first and last “I love you”.

I wish you had stayed around. I had so many more ”I love you‘s” for you.

I still do.