Guess what? I will never stop believing in you and me. Maybe that’s stupid of me to hold onto hope, to always see the light when it keeps getting blown out, and to keep waiting and wishing.
But I don’t want to stop holding onto hope. I don’t want to give up. I don’t want to throw in the towel. We worked too damn hard for this.
We loved each other too damn hard for us to end like this.
I am a hopeless romantic. I believe in the impossible. I’d like to believe in fate and soulmates. I’d like to believe that true love is enough. And that if we are meant to be in each other’s lives, then one day it will happen.
So I will keep holding on this hope. The hope that someday, if we are supposed to be together, then we will. I won’t stop believing in the power of us when we are together. I won’t forget that magic. Ever.
And maybe I’m wasting time. Maybe I’m being silly. I admit, it sounds pathetic doesn’t it? But that’s what true love does to people. It makes people believe in things they shouldn’t believe in. It makes people believe even when there’s no reason to anymore.
I keep seeing signs and latching onto them. I keep reading words and seeing us in it. I keep seeing couples and seeing us in them. I keep seeing the rain and remembering us in it.
And I see the sunshine, and I see you.
I see you everywhere. Still. After all this time. After all these years. Maybe I’m just a broken person. And maybe I’ll always be like this. Maybe I won’t ever find another you. Another person to light up my life like you did. Another human that makes me believe in happy endings. And makes me believe in fairy dust and never growing up.
Whatever happens, no matter if you come back or not, I’ll always be grateful I had the love you gave me. I’ll always be grateful I had true love once in my life. I’ll always smile, because I had love that will always last, no matter how it ended.