Don't fall for me, believe me I am overrated...

Dear Love,

I know I hurt you, God knows all that I put you through. The pain I placed up your already-weak heart was not my intentions. I did not leave because I did not love you anymore, NO! I always loved you, even before I met you, you were the definition of the man I dreamed of. Whenever we kissed it did what words could never. After an argument all I ever wanted was to hold you. Every night I thought of you, even when you were lying next to me, you were always in mind. I'm reminded of everything daily. What we went through together, our promises of spending forever in each other's arms. I remember the way I could stare into your eyes for hours, or watch you sleep after long day at the office. I could never get enough of your humor. You always got mine, not a lot of people can. Whenever I'd start to think of nonsense, you kept me sane. I remember our random drive to MA. It was amazing, the drive back was beautiful. You held my hand and we talked about having a future together; taking long drives similar to that one, kids in the back knocked out. I really envisioned eternity with you. Crazy enough, after all that has happened, I continue to do so. I believe there's that one person who is your other half. I used to think it was someone else, but after I met you, after our lips touched and we bonded in ways I never thought existed, I knew. I knew the love we had was enough to feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, give warmth to the coldest hearts.
All this slowly vanished. It wasn't because either of us cheated, it was because we wanted two different worlds for each other. Two people who already had different mindsets had collided, made the perfect couple (strangers and friends alike noticed), and yet our mindsets are what keep us apart. You're too proud, yet you live on your impulses... me? Well, I settle. I give too much and expect little. Financially, physically, and emotionally you gave yourself to me. Physically, spirtually and emotionally I gave myself to you. When we parted ways, who was hurt? (physically, you showed it... emotionally, I hid it). I couldn't sit around waiting until you realized this could pass you up in a moment's notice. I learned that loving someone requires loving yourself too. I was too busy loving you to love myself fully. Today, I still love you. Am I in love with you anymore? As much as I hate to say it, no. Those last two months with you sucked those feelings away from me. I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart, I am.

-Your Bunny