I’ve always believed that the universe has a plan for us, and that what’s meant to be will be. I’ve always believed that if something doesn’t go your way, it’s for the best.
But now I wonder how it could be for the best when I find myself breaking down on my bedroom floor at 3 AM. How could it be for the best when I’m beyond heartbroken and just can’t seem to pick myself up again? How could it be for the best when I miss you so much it physically hurts?
It’s hard to believe that the universe wants the best for you, when it takes away the best thing that has ever happened to you. What did we do to deserve this? It seemed like we had everything; we were in love and we were happy. Yet for some reason, you’re not in my life anymore, and that’s the painful reality I have had to face every morning since the day you left.
As hard as it is, I have to try my best to believe that we were not meant to be. Maybe there is something better out there for the both of us. Maybe the universe is taking us on that bittersweet journey of discovering something better. I hope you get everything that you’ve dreamed of and more. I hope you meet someone who treats you like a king and makes you the kind of happy you deserve to be.
I’ve never stopped loving you and there will always be a part of me that hopes we will meet again. A part of me that hopes we will run into each other five years later and fall in love all over again.
Maybe its crazy, but I will never stop believing in us.