I wish I could tell you that you’ve been my everything for ~3 years now. My therapist, my source of strength, my happiness, my best of friends. That I’ve never been more comfortable with anyone else. I wish I could tell you that when we don’t talk I always have my phone near me and each time it rings I hope it’s you. I wish I could tell you that it’s been years and you’re still the only one to make my heart beat faster; that every kiss just tastes like you, that every guy I hug just feels like you; smells like you… I wish I could tell you that you’re in my dreams and in my waking moments, that for you I’d forfeit my claim for paradise… that I would give Adonis the boot and walk away. 

I wish that I could tell you that you were my beginning, that in your arms I’d spend forever, dear. I wish that you could be my happy ending… I adored you then, as I adore you now, I will adore you always dearest one.

But I can’t tell you now, can I? You’re happy in her arms and I’ll never be enough… You have everything right now that I would wish you had.