Even if we part ways, and never speak again. I'm going to love you. I'm going to keep dreaming about you. I'm going to struggle to sleep without your voice at night.

You will never been another notch in the belt of failed relationships.

You, unlike them, have left me better than you found me. And, you may very well be the love of my life. Maybe, you aren't meant to be mine. But at least you were here. You came in and lit up my existence--showed me the face of adoration and held me up through things I probably never would have survived. If you choose to walk away, then at least I can say I've seen you--know that you exist.

That isn't a terrible story to tell.