for the record.
i'm the one that's torn my heart apart.
because i'm letting go of one of the best things that ever happened to me.
i hold on to things.
even when there's no hope left.
i'm weak like that.
i've loved him for basically the last year of my life.
i didn't want a serious relationship right now.
or even a complicated one.
i just wanted a future that was with him.
it's pretty sad when i would close my eyes and imagine that it would happen that way.
i could wish for the world.
for the best of health.
for all the dvds of InuYasha and every known cd to man.
i could wish for my body to be completely "perfect" and inked.
but none of that would matter of course.
when you love someone enough, there's a point where you have to learn when to let them go.
because if you keep dragging them down, you'll never bring them happiness.
i can never bring happiness.
i only bring sorrow.
also for the record.
life without color would be like life without you.
because life without you is far worse than losing a few shades of green and orange.
i don't really know what to do with myself without you.
i was never a good match for you, i know.
but you always complimented me so well.
like sugar and coffee.
peanut butter and jelly.
maybe you aren't going to be the person i wake up next to ten years from now for rest of my days.
and more than likely, you aren't going to be the one i play fight with by smuding flour on your face in the kitchen when i'm trying to bake a cake.
and perhaps you aren't going to be the one i say good night to and lay down beside at night.
doesn't mean i never wanted all of that with you.
in fake, you're the only one i ever saw any of that with.
you weren't prince charming.
or a knight in shining armor.
but the day you messaged me.
somehow, you saved me.
and you've continued to save me every day since then.
and i'm never going to be able to stop loving you.
and there's a chance that i'll never be able to truly let go deep inside.
but i can act like i can.
acting like i'm okay is what i've been good at for the past 19 years of my life.
and for my birthday.
nothing would work as well as if i was able to get a hug.
because your arms always felt right.
i'm sorry.
because deep down i know some how this is my fault.
i love you.
so much.
your the color in my oh so dull life sir.