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I cannot deny that I have been blessed with a mind that will no doubt lead me to success and fortune so long as life lends its grace for enough time. Unfortunately, such a blessing has been counterbalanced with a heart of glass, which seems to mend in just enough time to be broken with even more ferocity. One would think that such a counterbalance would then lend itself to monitor the other, but this heart is much more persuasive than it should be. Instead of learning from mistakes, taking caution in giving such a fragile heart to those with seemingly good intentions, my bleeding heart seems to leap from the cage from which it mends itself, into the hands of any beautiful girl that mentions my name.
I know there are plenty of fish in the sea, but that doesn't mean that it's too early to find the catch of a lifetime. I don't want to bounce back this time; I can't find a single flaw with this one. Even now, as I sit and struggle with words like never before, I blame myself. She is the most amazing person I have ever met, and I can't believe I'm letting her swim away. The part that twists the blade though is not that it's over, it's the irony that lends its mischievous hand in my downfall. A string of coincidences a mile long describes how I met this girl, and is only the beginning of how we came to be a couple. In the end though, it is nothing but an unlucky coincidence of time that splits us down the middle, leaving me to struggle with my own demons once again.
I could write volumes of my disappointment, but it would benefit no one, and would only hurt me more. Instead, I'll end here, hoping she reads this and knows:
It may have been difficult for a while, but my heart was yours. Three months really isn't that long, but I've never been so sure about anything in my life; I could have made you the happiest girl in the world, and for this, I'm sorry for the both of us.
I know there are plenty of fish in the sea, but that doesn't mean that it's too early to find the catch of a lifetime. I don't want to bounce back this time; I can't find a single flaw with this one. Even now, as I sit and struggle with words like never before, I blame myself. She is the most amazing person I have ever met, and I can't believe I'm letting her swim away. The part that twists the blade though is not that it's over, it's the irony that lends its mischievous hand in my downfall. A string of coincidences a mile long describes how I met this girl, and is only the beginning of how we came to be a couple. In the end though, it is nothing but an unlucky coincidence of time that splits us down the middle, leaving me to struggle with my own demons once again.
I could write volumes of my disappointment, but it would benefit no one, and would only hurt me more. Instead, I'll end here, hoping she reads this and knows:
It may have been difficult for a while, but my heart was yours. Three months really isn't that long, but I've never been so sure about anything in my life; I could have made you the happiest girl in the world, and for this, I'm sorry for the both of us.