September 15th, 2014.
Today would have been two complete years with each other. It would have marked 730 days spent talking non-stop. It would have meant my longest relationship. It would have meant a lot of things, but instead today is just another Monday, and I have work and you have school and we are leading lives without each other now. Of course we talk. Recently I’m guessing you have decided that you want to keep me in your life. And you don’t know how amazing that feels.. I pretend that everything is okay, because for you everything is. I don’t want to bring up anything about us or this situation because I’m afraid of losing the spot that I have in your life. So for now I pretend that I’m okay with this all. But really I’m not, but I’ve learned now that you can’t force someone to love you, and talking to them about how you feel solves nothing. So I’m staying quite, I’m keeping everything bottled inside. I love you. More than you could ever know. And I wish that I could tell you “happy two years baby girl, it’s been the best ride of my life and I’m looking forward to many more with you,” but instead I said “good morning (:,” and that’s the saddest thing.