It’s been a year now since we last properly spoke. I really thought he was the one. And it wasn’t any of that blind, rose tinted glasses either — it was really it. He was the one for me. I miss my poor beloved every day. I have only started recuperating a month ago from all the pain. But it doesn’t erase the fact that there will be nobody else. I wanted to marry him. Spend our lives together until we turn grey. Maybe have kids, maybe just a pet cat. I wouldn’t have minded either way, whether we stayed in my country or went to his. I would’ve been happy, if he had just kept loving me the same.
I now have seen him post from the place of some different girl. I would have to assume it’s serious, he never even posted with me. I have to wish them the best, even if it kills me. My darling, my baby… oh how I miss you and what could’ve been. I hope you at least give her what you withheld from me.
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