It's so incredibly hard to let you go, after I made it my hobby to hold you tight. I wish I had improved myself prior to ever meeting you, I hated to be the rosebush, a pure love like the flower, but too many problems like thorns.

I'm not sure I can explain the love and reguard I feel for you, I know at times my actions did not demonstrate that but I can assure you that I love you harder then I've ever loved anyone before, and I gave you everything in my power and beyond to help you out.

But I can't continue to cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I was with you and constantly over-thinking EVERYTHING that made me feel less then I should feel about myself.

I love you with every ounce of my remarkable being, I just want what's best for you...but I have to let go.