hallandoatbran

I have a very dear friend.

She saved my life about a year ago... If not for her, I would be dead. She knows how much I love her. I would do anything for her, and if she needed me to, I'd gladly give my life for her, because I owe it to her.

The biggest regret I have is that I had to leave her. I had to move away from her in order to finish rebuilding my life. I'm still working on the rebuilding part, but not a day, not an hour goes by that she's not on my mind.

I love her.

I love her the way that a brother loves a sister, that a friend loves a friend, and the way a man loves a woman. I have no illusions that we will ever be a "we", that's something that we have talked about, and both of us know that it would never work. But I know I love her more than I should.

Actually, I take that back. I don't love her more than I should. I love her with all my heart, and as long as I live, I will. And I don't think you can ever love someone too much.

Love can make you do stupid things. Love can make you blind. Love can make you think that you can change someone, or that you can change to be the person that they want or need you to be... but just plain love, well, I don't think you can ever love too much.

And I love her. You hear me? I love you.

And I miss you more than you know. I miss you, because it feels like I'm missing a part of myself. I dream about you. I think about you. And I am sad that I'm not where you are, so I could tell you all this in person, so I could color with you and hang up our pictures and be with each other on our fake dates (that were more real than a lot of actual dates I've been on..).

I miss you baby. I just wanted everyone to know that I have an angel, and that the worst part of my life is that I'm not where she is.

I finally get what Charlie Brown was talking about. Good Grief. It kills me.