We dated back in high school and everything was great until I fucked up. I cheated on you, and yes there isn’t an excuse for that but I was young and stupid.
If only I knew what one stupid mistake would cost me, that I would lose you.
Shortly after all this you moved, and I missed you and longed for you even more. Now you weren’t a town over, but an entire world away and you wanted nothing to do with me. I tried to give you space but some nights alcohol or sleep deprivation would take over and I’d message you trying to make you understand how sorry I was. You ignored them all.
Two years later we reconnected briefly again. I could tell you resented me for what I had done. I could tell you hadn’t forgiven me. And I was so hurt, all I wanted was your forgiveness. Now I know that you were right to hate me, resent me and want nothing to do with me. I hurt you and you needed more time to heal. Not so soon after we re connected I lost you again. And I cried. I cried for a long time.
I gave up on you.
I gave up on messaging, apologizing and waiting around for you to come back. I convinced myself you were nothing but a dream, a distant memory of someone I once knew. My great white buffalo in a way. Slowly the dreams of you stopped, and the memories faded away, but you always held a place In my heart.
It seems like just when I needed you most, fate brought us back together. One little message from me “hey, it’s been a while” was all it took, and bam, you’re back in my life. But not like three years ago, this time it’s different.
I don’t know why you came back to me,
but I’m sure as hell glad you did. Thank you for coming back into my life.
I’ll love you forever and always.