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My dearest love,
The stories we were told when we were little, I know they didn't make much sense to us back then because we were innocent and inexperienced. A lost soul looking for a nearly perfect host to inhabit for the rest of our imperfect lives. The world can certainly be a dark place, my love, and although it may not be completely perfect, it is still beautiful. From finding another lost soul in hopes of connecting with them for a lifetime to sharing one last kiss with them. At the end of the day, we're just souls that will never stop learning, and the knowledge will forever keep on flowing even if it is our last and final breath. One thing we have to understand is that we are more than just this exterior coat of skin that we carry with us each passing day. The truth is that no one really knows when our time is up in this world, so love with your very core until your very last breath, for it is magic you carry inside of you. You don't have to be perfect, you just have to try and keep it real.
Love is beautiful, but what no one seems to tell you is that it may cost you pain, either mentally or physically. You have to be willing to make sacrifices so deep that you may feel like you are being eaten alive over and over again. There may be times where you have to let go of those you love, and it won't be the easiest thing to do in the world in fact; you may feel the walls around you falling apart, but life goes on no matter how deep the scars you hold may feel. During my 18 years of life on this Earth so far, I have lost and let go. At the age of 13, I let my pain take over because I have lost person after person in hopes that someone would understand where I truly came from, but no one really did. I was too young to know what true love meant or felt like, but like some other girls, I was in love with the idea of being in love—and at that exact moment, the truth had hit me.
They say only fools fall in love, and if I'm being honest with myself, I am one. See, that's the thing about love, once you get the feeling of it, you never want that feeling to go away and it often becomes an addiction you refuse to live without. Time and time again, I have been picked apart and left with nothing but myself to put my broken pieces back together—and even though I'm not fully restored, at least I can say I've improved for the sake of my own happiness. I can only live in hopes that after this I won't ever have to go through another heartbreak and that this would be my last kiss and last love. May this be the right time to share one more breakfast, one more love letter, and one last chapter.
Living in hopes that this would be the last chapter, to become a team rather than enemies, and to truly have each other's backs when the rest of the world seems to be turned the other way. There are too many people out here misunderstanding rather than taking the time to get to know the other person. I hope that we both strive for greatness in life and live without regrets. Life, as you may know, is very unpredictable in some ways more than others. May your dark days turn to light rather than letting you live with strife. I got your back, just as long as you got mine, and I shall never do you like these other lame females.
To my future lover.