I've written this a million times in my head, maybe it will help a little if I put it down in words.
Dear Cody,
I never believed in love. That kind you read about in stories, two star-crossed lovers falling for each at first sight.
'Cause that's bullshit.
I met you, and you were pretty cool. Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future. You had a past, and I never held it against you. You, in turn, let me in. I was able to see myself better. I looked in the mirror each morning and saw a pretty face. I put on my clothes and felt great. Not imperfect or ugly, great.
I have no idea how you and your asshole "I'm better than everyone else" attitude managed that, but it's true.
This isn't a love story. This is a tale of two people, who weren't meant to be.
I understand if you don't want me back. Okay, I take that back. I don't understand at all- but if that's your choice then so be it, I won't change your mind.
Life won't be quite the same for me without you in it.
And I'd do anything to have you back, if you'll have me. I'm desperate to feel whole again.
Love,
Jaci
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