I’ve written and erased a hundred versions of this letter, trying to find the right words to tell you what my heart won’t let me forget. The truth is, I still feel scared love — not because I’m afraid of you, but because what we had was real. And when something’s real, it terrifies you to lose it.
Sometimes I wish life worked like the movies — that we could just rewrite the stars and find ourselves back in that moment before things got complicated. Before we said things we didn’t mean. Before we forgot how to smile at each other without holding back.
You were my Superman — strong when I was weak, and gentle when I needed it most. And even now, I’d die with a smile if it meant just one more day loving you the way I still do.
I’ve tried to be logical, to move on. I’ve told myself that if I didn’t love you, maybe this would be easier. But the truth is, I do love you. I always have.
Every time I hear I’m Comin’ Over, I remember those nights where being apart for even a few hours felt like too much. And don’t even get me started on 98 Braves — a team that almost made it, just like us. I keep thinking, maybe we were ahead of our time.
But then I remember that God is in this story, and maybe, just maybe, He’s not finished writing ours yet.
You were the reason I started becoming the man I wanted to be. And even though I’ve tried filling the silence with noise, I just wind up missing you.
You are everything I love — in every song, in every sunset, in every quiet thought that hits me out of nowhere. You were the river I’d always go back to. The one I banked everything on.
And next thing you know, I’m back in those memories. Thinking about you. Thinkin' 'Bout You.
Some people come into your life and just kiss somebody. But you? You electrified my soul — a kind of electric love I never knew existed until I met you.
I’m not perfect. I’m still human. I make mistakes. But I promise you this: I’ve never stopped loving you. I still see you in everything — in every song, every silence, every dream.
You made me feel like I was worth painting — like The Painter does with colors no one else sees. And if I had the chance, I’d start again. I’d be better. I’d fight harder. I’d never stop choosing you.
Because after everything, I guess I’m in love.
Forever and Always
OnlySolo45
