Sorry, I should be the one doing that. Guess I’m not doing anything right nowadays.
I know that I’m far from perfect. I don’t have the rock hard abs, the biceps, the pecks, the blue/green eyes, or the pearly-white teeth. I know I’m far from perfect. I’m not the perfect white guy that you and probably every other girl wants, and I’m well aware. I wish I could be perfect for you, but I’m just not.
Despite what you think, this is a very difficult time for me. Despite what you think, I’m not chasing after some girl. Despite what you think, I’m not as happy as i seem. Every one tells me that I’m just way too emotional, but am I supposed to act any other way? You became everything to me and I guess that’s my fault, but I didn’t mind. Every time you yelled out, “babe”, I couldn’t help but feel complete euphoria, not because I had the most beautiful girl in the world only a couple feet away from me, but because I had someone to call mine, someone to make sure that I was never feeling down, someone that truly loved me for who I was and not for what I had going for me. You were absolutely perfect in every single way, and now that you’re gone, I’m just so empty. Despite what you think, I think about you every single night. Despite what you think, I’m on the verge of tears every single time I think about you with another guy. Despite what you think, I miss you so much that it hurts.
I’m just sorry that I didn’t treat you the way that you deserved to be treated. I don’t know how long it will take you to find another guy worthy of your love or if you already have, but I hope that if you did or will, that he treats you better than I possibly could have my entire life.
You asked for it.
If it is not obvious enough, the love I have for you is insurmountable. So much that no girl could ever come into my life and replace you so easily. It’s impossible. Every day around midnight, thoughts of you and your memories flood the entirety of my mind, and I’m reminded how broken and alone that I am without you, my puzzle now incomplete. My stomach twists and turns at the sound of your name. A knot forms in my throat at the thought of you not being mine, and my tears prove it all.
Darling, I miss you, and I’m not looking for anyone else.