The year I left home for a bit.
The year I picked him over my parents.
The year we travelled together to Perth, Vietnam and Bali
The year I stayed over his every Saturday night.
The year I settled into my job.
The year where my parents and him talked and sorted out what they could.
The year full of soooooo many tears, laughter and love between him.
The year he needed me and I was always there.
The year where we both grew up, found put who our true friends are.
The year full of many many many issues
The year I never gave up on loving him.
The year I found out I was no longer worth it to him anymore.
The year where we tried to be friends and that didn’t work.
The year I wanted him to understand me, but he didn’t have the patience or time.
The year he got busy and the world got in the way.
The year he broke my heart into a million pieces.
The year I was ALWAYS there for him no matter the circumstance.
The year I put him first before mynown wants and needs.

I hope maybe next year it won’t be all about my broken feelings for him and everything will start to get better. Maybe next year… Just maybe next year everything won’t hurt as much… Maybe next year I won’t miss him as much. Maybe next year my heart will stop skipping a beat and stop loving him as much as I still do now. Maybe next year I can let this go just like he has…