A letter to my Heartbroken Love

Dear Sweetheart,

I know by now that is a name you will not allow me to use anymore, but I ask you to please indulge me this once.

This shall not be a long letter but I must try and tell you this truth.

Let me begin by saying that I am sorry. I never wanted things to end the way they did, but since I cannot change the hands of time I accept all responsibility and acknowledge that I was the one in the wrong.

I lied. After many nights of tears and self reflection, I realise now that I lied. I lied to you. I lied to myself.

The real reason we had to separate was because I realised that in my silence I was hurting you. I loved you so much that this act of silence was akin to a sin and I could not bear that I was causing you so much pain.

I was looking for your attention because I knew not the concept of self love. I needed you. I wanted you. I craved you. You were literally the drug that kept me alive.

So the hurt I inflicted upon you in my silence is what drove me to end things. In my little way of thinking I was saving you from me. I know I hurt you in ways words cannot describe.

I cannot speak of the future for I know not what it holds. I speak of the present because we relish in its beauty. I ask that you may not be afraid to love. Why? Love is a beautiful thing. You may not feel it now. But some day you will. And you will wonder why you ever questioned its existence.

I wish you well in your life. I pray it is filled with happiness, peace, love and prosperity.

Your love.