In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste)

I never saw this day coming, but here it is. There you went. Off into a new life. I know I’ll be okay, it’s just hard to see that right now. Time heals- but how long will it take to heal the past year of my life? I wish the best for you. And I hope and pray that our paths will cross again one day.

I love you, Tatiana Perez.

Forever.

Tomorrow I’ll see you. You’ll pick me up, and we’ll go see City and Colour. 

Tomorrow maybe you’ll kiss me. And if you do, I will kiss you back.

Tomorrow maybe you’ll hold my hand. And if you do, I won’t let go.

Tomorrow maybe you’ll fall back in love with me. And if you do, I’ll ask you not to leave.

Tomorrow will be the last time I will ever be able to call you mine. After tomorrow night, you are no longer mine. You are someone else’s. I can’t be selfish because it’s what you want. It won’t be easy to let you go. It will be the hardest thing I will ever have to do, I am sure of it. 

Maybe if we had just a few more days, I could change your mind. I never thought I would see the day when I am saying goodbye to you for what may be the last time. We told each other forever. Forever doesn’t just stop for a bit and then start back up. It never ceases. Forever ends tomorrow and I don’t know that I’m ready to face that.