Our love was one that you didn’t even know could be possible.
I loved being with you. We did the simplest things, like toss rocks in the lake and share a burger and talk. Even then, I knew I was extremely fortunate to have someone like you.
You were the first guy who wasn’t trying to impress me or try to immediately get in my pants. You accepted who you were, but more importantly, you accepted me for who I was: who I truly was.
Nothing else mattered… not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us against the world.
You are not just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self.
You may not understand this, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, I realized I will never be able to give myself away the way I did with you.
Honestly, I hated you for choosing what was best for me when you were what was best for me.
I hope to see you again someday.
I loved who I was when I was with you. You were my dearest friend, my deepest love.
You were the very best of me.