You’ll always be the love of my life.

It’s been almost eight months since I lost you. We were together for that same amount of time, but honestly, I have never felt that way about anyone ever or since. How are you? I wish I could still hear your voice. I miss your eyes. It always felt like you saw me for who I was, and loved me anyway. Maybe I’m just being delusional. Maybe it wasn’t anything special to you at all, and I was the only one who felt like I’ve found a part of my soul in you.

I heard that you already found someone new. That should probably be my signal to move on, but I just can’t. Every once in a while, I still cry over losing you. You were the one person that made the world make sense. You made me feel like everything I went through had a purpose. You made me believe in a higher power. 

But the way things ended has thrown me into chaos, and I have no idea what to think of life anymore.

I think I’ll never get over losing you, JM. And I have to find some way to live with that, or else I probably just won’t. I’ve never felt at home here anyway.

I guess I have to acknowledge my gratitude to you.

For a small period of time, I felt like I was found.