Love Letters

To my Future love: To whom you may be, because at the moment I have no clue who you are. I have no idea where you're but I am writing this to you before we even met so that you know how I felt before you came along and how our life together will be. I may not be able to predict the future or know what it holds. I can predict how I will be to you. I know myself and what I want with my other half. I have enough experience in relationships to know what I do and don't want. I know exactly who I'll be to you. Before, I explain how I will treat you. I want you to know I hope you're a mess. I hope you've already gotten your heart broken. I hope you've been showed what love isn't. I hope you've been at your worst with your past, or present relationships. I only hope that because I don't want...

It is so sweet to think of you. The person who saved my life. I miss you so much these days, it hurts. After resisting looking at your photographs, I allowed myself to take a sweet peek at your profile just so I can see that your sweet presence that represents you. I sit here, after days of deeply feeling you and reminiscing how your skin felt in my hands. How sweet your smile and those deep set mystery filled eyes looked me. How familiar you were always to me. Everything about you was so magical to me. I felt you in a way I have not felt any body. Your skin was like something so familiar to me - as if it was a part of me before I even met you. There was nothing romantic about how we met, it was a body meeting a body again after such a long time. For whatever reason fate...

Hi. Its me, Alexandra lol. I know tonight hurt us both but more importantly it hurt you. You have been dealing with so much in the past few months and I have been there for you, or at least try to. We fought about something stupid, and we both got lost. I was afraid of loosing you, because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me; but I learned something. When something gets hard, you don't walk away, you stay and fight for each other, you taught me that. Hurting people is inevitable, you can't stop it from happening. You are going to upset and hurt people, but most of us never mean to hurt the people we love. It's a scary thought, thinking about someone you love who can walk away tomorrow. So I did what I knew how to, I pushed your buttons, not because I meant to but...

The title says you're my ex who isn't really my ex. What does that mean? It means I was yours, but you weren't mine. I spent seven months trying to get you to love me. Seven months of trying to see things the way you did. Were you a waste of time? I'll never know, because you still haven't left. I look across my bedroom every night at your side of the closet open, still filled with your things. But, you're absent from our bed. We still talk, no more and no less than we did when we were us. But, now it's different. You're not the man I fell in love with. I feel like you're a stranger that I've never met, I just text you occasionally. But, through all of this, there are a few things that I have to thank you for teaching me. Thank you, for teaching me what it feels...