I really do love you. I don’t think that’s ever going to change, no matter how much I tell myself I need to move on. I get why we had to break up, I really do, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. You weren’t just my girlfriend, you were my best friend, my safe place, the person who made me feel like I could actually be myself in a world that doesn’t always get people like us. Without you, everything feels a little emptier, like the color’s been drained out of my life.I’m trying so hard to be strong, to pretend like I can just keep going like normal, but the truth is I don’t know how to do this without you. Every little thing reminds me of us, songs, places, even stupid inside jokes no one else would understand. And I don’t know if that’s because I’m not ready to let go, or because a part of me doesn’t want to.I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty or to beg you to come back. I know we broke up for a reason. I just… I guess I need you to know how much you still mean to me, even now. A part of me still wishes things could be different, that somehow we could find our way back to each other. But even if we don’t, even if this really is the end, I’ll never forget what we had, because it was real, and it mattered, and so do you.