Notes

July 5th 2014. It's been 3 weeks since the day that everything happened. It was saturday night. I miss the man who told me he loved me, and hugged me and said he wouldn't go anywhere so I didn't have to be afraid. He wiped my eyes that were full of tears and kissed me. He did it all, but he left me. 3 days ago he said he didn't love me. He tried to love me, but he can't so he left. He left me with all these hopes. I love him so much that I'm so afraid to lose him. He's my world, and he's gone. He's my sunshine, I can't live without him. I'm not sure how to survive but I'm trying. I guess I still want to find him. I realize it was all my fault that I couldn't make him love me. I regret it, really. But this is not the end, you know, I won't give up. He's worth it, I have to keep fighting. He's running, fastly, I need to chase him. If God lets me meet him again, I will apology to him for everything I've done and I will do anything to make it right. If he will give me a chance, one more chance, I'll promise him I won't hurt him. I will keep him. I will make him happy, because that's what I promised (to myself) at the very start. I will prove it. I will give everything to make him happy, because he deserves to be happy. He's an amazing person, he has the heart of an angel. He deserves happiness, and I want to be that happiness. I believe we can work it out. I believe it's just a matter of time. I hope and pray we will meet again, and he will give me a chance to fix it all and begin again from the start. I will give him time to try to believe and love me again, if he want to.
By the way, it's raining here when I'm writing this. Rain reminds me of him. He loves the rain. I love the fact that he loves the rain. I love the way he watches the rain drops. I love the way he enjoys the sound of the rain. I love everything about him. I love him. I really do.
-R. I.