Maybe I gave up too soon
I still love you and I miss you every day. Every single day I doubt my decision to break us up.
I keep thinking that maybe I should have invited you into the battle inside my head instead of trying to solve it on my own. Maybe we could have worked through it together. Maybe it would have shown you more clearly how serious it was for me, how much I needed our relationship to keep moving forward if it was going to survive.
I want to text you every day. I want to tell you about stupid little things that happen during the day and hear about yours. But now we need to let the emotions calm down a bit and then perhaps reevaluate.
The question that keeps coming back to me is: are you willing to do the work?
Are you willing to overcome your fears and truly go for it? To build a life with the woman you love?
Not compartmentalize her or keep her in a beautiful separate part of your life. Actually merge your lives together.
I couldn’t keep living in the uncertainty. I couldn’t wait another two years to find out whether maybe someday you would consider living together. Maybe someday introduce me to your family.
I needed more than “maybe.”
And yet despite all of that, despite the reasons that led me here, I still love you. I still miss you. And some days I wonder whether we gave up too soon.