I knew I never was, and never would be, someone she loved. And whether she deserved me or not, it was still painful to admit.

Emma, there was never a choice. I will always choose you. Always.

Nothing else mattered today. I lived within the minutes I was in – not dwelling on the past, or fearing the future. I just let the day present itself as it would, and it couldn’t have been better.

I was trying so hard to be okay. I didn’t want to be that girl, drifting in the water, lost and alone, wishing the tide would pull her out to sea. I was fighting to move forward, struggling to be better. But I didn’t know how.

You don’t get to choose who you love. You are love. So when you share that love, you’re sharing you. You never really fall in love exactly. It’s a connection. A bond. Our souls recognize that connection long before we do. Love can’t be given or taken away, it can only be experienced in a beautiful symbiotic way that fills up your entire being.

I close my eyes to the truth. I refuse to see what’s happening, convinced that I can handle whatever it is believing that I’m strong enough and will recognize when I’m not. – Emma.

I’m still in love with you... Please don’t walk away from me.

Let me in that head of yours before you start thinking things you shouldn’t.

The next thing you know, the people you always thought would be there, aren’t. And the person you thought you could trust with everything, isn’t the person you knew at all.

I promise not to delve into what makes your silence so loud, if you promise not to walk out on me.