My sweet tyler, my heart still aches for you. I still wish a thousand wishes that I was still your baby. In my eyes, nothing could’ve torn us apart. To me, you were my second half, my missing rib, my forever and always. You were my answered prayer. I love you and I will always love you. Through thick and thin, I tried to be everything you wanted. I lost bits and pieces of myself to make up for the times you weren’t fully present. I know I don’t mean much to you now but there was once a time. I want to move on but I physically can’t. My heart hurts thinking about calling someone else “my handsome boy”. In my eyes, you will always be the most handsome, respectful boy. Our future was bright and full of love and I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill your needs enough to make you stay. If I could go back and change everything I did I would. I miss how we used to talk. You made me feel so precious, like something you never wanted to let go. I thought this whole thing was like our other little fights, just temporary. Now, looking at it, I don’t think you like me anymore. I don’t think you need my love or reassurance. I cared about you so much but never about your appearance or body, just you. I cared about how you were doing mentally and what you needed emotionally. Please baby, come back to me. My love for you will always remain. I promise.