"I thought you were so perfect, I thought we were. I was so, so wrong.

Yet, despite how shitty you were in the end I can't hate you because of the way you were up until then. It wasn't perfect, but it was close.

I believe that I could have loved you more than I've loved anyone else in my life. They say your first true love sticks with you forever, and maybe in a way he always will. But with you that wasn't the case. When I was with you that was it. It was you, me and nobody else. Not a single person from my past or in my future could've changed that.

Maybe it's because the way that I love is so pernicious. Slowly but surely, I drive myself to a point of insanity until that love hurts. I can't help but wish that wasn't the case, because I hate feeling like this. I miss you, and as much as I want to hate you in all honesty I'd still do anything to speak to you again. Even after everything you did, even after all this time, the only person I want is you."

-An Excerpt from a Book I'll never write #35