We met years ago. You were this cute, shy guy who had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. There was this pull that was between us, but when we parted ways, I never thought I'd feel it again.
Little did I know you felt it too, and you were persistent to keep things going. You got my number and days later, we were hitting it off.
You lived far away, so the thought of a relationship was pushed into the back of my mind. It wouldn't work due to the distance and honestly, I would rather save us the pain by avoiding it from the start.
It wouldn't work due to the distance and honestly, I would rather save us the pain by avoiding it from the start.
But you were convinced, and you weren't backing down. You started to court me at home and introduced yourself to my family with a bouquet of my favorite flowers in tow. Whenever I told you I had a craving for coffee or doughnuts, the next morning I would find you sitting on the sofa when I go downstairs. It was lovely, and for once I never heard you complain about the two-hour drive, or the early morning runs to get to me. I started to realize that maybe, just maybe, you were worth the risk.
Fast forward to a few months, and we were official. It was shocking how consistent you were and the fact that I was already yours didn't lessen your effort. It increased, if possible. Daily texts with nightly video calls helped, and I decided to return the favor. I would go to your soceer games, meet your friends, go to dinner with your family and love you with everything I got. Because I believed that what we were was for real. That you were the perfect guy, the prince charming, in my fairytale.
I was convinced for three years. We were going to make it work, no matter the cost. No matter the pain and suffering, we were certain that this was the love written in books and sung in songs.
No matter the pain and suffering, we were certain that this was the love written in books and sung in songs.
You moved away, further than the past. It was across the Pacific, to London, where your dreams were coming true. You were accepted with an early admission to the university of your dreams, and I was thrilled for you. Your future was shimmering in the distance, and thousands of miles away, I was rooting for you.
If there is something I would like to clear out, it's this: It was never your fault. When the times were tough, you pushed through, never giving up. Whenever I felt ignored or sad, you left everything to try to be by my side as much as possible. There lies the problem, love. You were giving up everything for me, even your chance to be the best you can. I was holding you back, when you shouldn't be burdened by a thought miles away. You were distracted, and that wasn't acceptable. The distance was hurting us and I knew that to end it, I had to be the one to cut the cord. It hurt so much but I realized that if loving you afar was the solution, then so be it.
At the present, you're at the top of your class, and your record is stellar. I've grown as well and found myself in the process. What you and I had taught me one thing. You have to burn some bridges to make new ones. Time apart meant time to grow and find ourselves. Sacrifices are made for the ones we love, and that's what its all about. If we are really for each other, life will make a way. Who knows, maybe I'll see you one day, when the time is right. And I'll be ready to give you what you deserve.
What you and I had taught me one thing. You have to burn some bridges to make new ones.
All the love,
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