Dear Him;
I'm really sorry it had to end like this.
I never intended it to be like this.
My love no longer exists.
I promised and I'm sorry.
I promised to be with you the rest of my life, I promised to marry you, I promised we'd have a family together.
I guess it's true promises are meant to be broken.
Except one, I promised to never leave.
I may be leaving physically, but I'll always remain in your heart.
Just like you will in mine.
You deserve better.
Go find your true love.
You were my first, and my most loved one.
Hearts will be broken and shattered.
I didn't want that, I don't want that.
It's why I'm leaving now.
You were an extraordinary person.
Your valuable in every way anyone could ever imagine.
I loved that you were you unique, in your own way.
I loved how caring you were.
You still are.
I remember once,
I was laying in bed with a fever.
You skipped work to take care of me when I begged you not to.
You made me my favorite dinner when I told you I wasn't hungry.
You laid next to me and held my hand when I said I was fine alone.
I won't forget you.
I could never.
I loved everything about you.
It's why I fell in love.
You opened my eyes and showed me things out in the world that I would never see to existence.
The moment I saw you I thought to myself 'how can a man, the creature of God, how is it possible to be that handsome'
I can't thank you enough.
We were perfectly imperfect.
That's what made us perfect.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for leaving.
I'm sorry that we both had to experience this.
I'm sorry if I broke your heart.
I'm sorry I'm even writing this.
I'm sorry for the tears dripping from my face and leaving stains on this paper.
I'm so very sorry.
I wish I wasn't.
But I am, it's the reality of this world.
Nothing helps this situation.
Let's face it this would happen.
Right now, at this moment, I see you just a few feet away from me, just enough to see what your writing.
Tears are streaming down your face.
Your focused.
You mouth the words I'm sorry.
Your putting the piece of paper in an envelope.
I see you write something on the envelope.
I can see it starts with a J.
It's then I realize your writing my name.
But why?
Substantially hits me.
It's my name.
I can't believe this.
My heads spinning.
Do you not love me anymore?
Is it something I've done?
Your leaving.
I have to end this, stop this somehow.
I can't have you leave me first.
Love,
Julie.