At my age I have never felt anything like it in my whole life before. From the first time we met I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

We became extremely close over the last three and a half years of or lives. Our relationship waded somewhere between friends and lovers, like a buoy between the cold shore and the forever ocean.

He was everything to me, and I loved him in any and every way possible. Despite our fights about our relationship everything was perfect until the day he told me to leave him.

He said he wanted me to go because he was tired of hurting me and he needed to figure things out for himself. I cried, begged and pleaded with him but it was no use. He was giving up on everything we had.

I left the house that day feeling worse than I ever had my whole life. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't eat I couldn't sleep, I couldn't breath.

I had a lot of trouble working up my courage to talk to him, and when I did he would walk away. As a last resort I wrote him a letter, something he couldn't walk away from.