It's been nearly two years and I still think of you every day. I earn a living now. I could give you a child. We could have a home and a life together. You'd make the best mother. I miss our cats, the bed we slept in, your interior decor. I miss everything and I'm sorry for being so difficult.

You're not perfect either but I'd suffer you at your worst forever and die happy. Life is pale without you and I regret every day since. You told me you moved on. Some day I will have to relent and move on too, but until then, know that my heart still beats for you.

I don't want the rest of the girls in Halifax—I just want you. —Ambivalent Dreamer