You always told me you wanted the best. The best food, the best clothes, the best house, and you always said I was the best guy.
But what if that wasn't enough? What if one day you woke up and realized you could do better? I never thought that day would come, until it did.
You caught me completely off guard when you said it.
I'm not happy.
I had done everything in my power to prevent you from ever thinking those words, but now, it can't be taken back.
So now you'll go off exploring the world, like you always wanted to do.
And I'll still be here, reminiscing the times we spent together.
You'll move to Paris, or Greece, or some romantic city, and you'll become a writer, putting your dreams down in words.
I'll decide to be a construction worker, because I've never had any real talent for anything besides simple jobs.
You'll get into all these social events and parties and tell yourself that this is what you want.
And I'll travel, meeting all sorts of women, all while constructing buildings.
You'll get your heart broken by some Greek speaking player who never really loved you.
I'll have a different lover each night.
And you'll decide to come back to America where you want to find your long lost love from so long ago.
I'll remember the girl I fell for when I knew what love was.
Maybe we'll meet somewhere down the road. Maybe not.
But now I'm still trying to convince you to change your mind about leaving.
I'm not saying you're perfect, and I know that I'm far from it, but maybe if you stayed, and I learned how to keep you happy, maybe we could fall in love all over again.
The best kind of love, just like what you always wanted.