For years I thought you were my future, the one I would spend my entire life with. But I guess things didn’t go according to plan; God had other plans for us.

I thank you for the years you’ve loved and cherished me. For making me happy and dealing with my mood swings. You’ve been nothing but an amazing boyfriend.

Our breakup hurt me more than anything, because I loved you more than I loved myself. Maybe that was the problem, loving you more than I loved myself. I will never forget you, well at least not now.


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