His name is John. He’s beautiful and amazing. He makes me laugh and worry. He’s the only person who really has the ability to make me cry now. He has a lot of problems. I do too. We’re really similar in life experiences and in personalities. I love him more than he’ll ever understand. I don’t even understand the depth of the love that I have for him. He knows everything, including things that I’ve never let even close to out. He makes my life seem more complete. I love him, and I face the prospect of never loving anyone the way I love him.
Even if I date someone after this, he’ll never get as much of me as John has. He’ll never really find me. He’ll never have my love. He may not be the love of my life, but he may be the person in my life. I’m scared that that may be my life, not married to the person that I love, but married to the person that I can deal with the most. I love him so much, and he knows. I just wish I could help him figure out that he loves me too. I wish I could love him less, or maybe at this point in time, not at all.