He'll love you more than he loved me because with you, you're perfect. Being your everything it's the greatest thing he can give to you.
                                    
I just want to say a few things, I want to tell you how lucky you are because you and him? You may as well be a perfect match and with that I want you to appreciate him. Appreciate his presence because girl, that's what I'm longing for. Show him how much you care and how much you admire him despite his imperfections (I tell you though you'll find beauty in them too)

I could never compare to you. The way he looks at you, it's much more meaningful. You are the sun, moon, stars that give him warmth when it's cold. When he thinks of you he just can't help but smile because you are his sunshine, something to look forward to everyday. You will be gravity that holds things perfectly in place, you will be his queen. All the things I never was and never could be will be you.
You will be his Juliet,
his Cossette,
his Elizabeth Bennett.        
And I
Will be no one.

Take care of him, love him with a love greater than mine. If you can.

Sincerely,
The girl he loved before

YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR THREE MONTHS AND WE'VE BOTH FOUND SOMEONE ELSE
YOU SAY YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HER
I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM
YET YOU STILL INFILTRATE MY DREAMS AND ANY TIME I SEE YOUR FACE OR HEAR YOUR NAME MY CHEST CAVES IN
*GIVE ME MY ******* *LIFE BACK

i have not tried to crash my car in nearly three weeks,
so i guess you could say i'm doing better.
my mind sometimes refuses to resist
the need for liquor that my body screams.
my lips are constantly searching for yours;
with every bottle i press against them,
i can never seem to find yours.
all of my jeans are too big now,
my ribs are prominent and my collarbones
sticking out like they are misplaced on my body.
i guess a diet of popcorn and stale cigarettes will
do that to you.
i find myself constantly tempting fate in the worst ways possible,
in a desperate yearning
to find you again.
i have gone absolutely mad from missing you.
i write poem after poem,
they are all unfinished.
hours later, i will read my words,
repelled at how they fail to do what i want them to.
i still sleep on the left side of the bed,
refusing to touch your side in fear that i will wake you up.
i swear sometimes i will wake up to the sound of you in the shower,
and then realize it's simply
the rain battering at my window,
mocking me.
i remember asking my mother
three weeks after the accident:
"will i ever laugh again?"
"of course you will sweetie,
when something is really, really funny"
that was the first and only time my mother ever lied to me,
and i know she didn't mean to
because she genuinely thought it to be true.
two years, three months and fifteen days have passed.
some things are really, really funny.
i do not laugh.
i only feel guilty that you are not there to laugh
with me.

I can't sleep without your breathing and I
can't breathe each time you're leaving
I'm trying to write
come back, please...
and darling,
I tried my hardest but
I couldn't make you feel a **** thing.
I hope you wake
up and realize I loved you the most.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU BUT YOU DON'T WANT ME BACK AND **** YOUR SMILE IS HAUNTING ME LIKE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS' PAST

YOU SEE THE THING IS THAT I'M A WRECK AND IT'S BARELY BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOU LEFT AND JESUS **** MY HOME IS GONE MY CHEST IS CAVING IN AND *I JUST WANT YOU BACK