One Million Tiny Things

Regretful Misunderstanding

Char,
From the moment we met, it was you. It is only because of you that I know what love is.

Please don't dump this letter in the bin, or tear it into a million tiny pieces and throw it in a fire.

I still want to tell you how much I love you. It's an unavoidable love that I'll never be able to stop, not that I'll ever want to. I know I messed up but I can't stop believing that we aren't meant to be. We just clicked and I know I wasn't the only one who felt that connection.

I know you won't listen to me if I tried to talk to you now. I know that you are happier with him. I know that you'll probably punch me in the face if I came to your door, you could always throw a pretty good right hook and as much as I love you, I'd rather not have my nose broken.

I know a lot of things and I do understand that however much I try, we can't patch the hole I made in our relationship. But, five years of happiness can't end like this. Over such a twisted misunderstanding. Trust me, darling, I swear on my life that that was all it was, a misunderstanding.

Becoming your friend was my choice, but I had no control over how I fell in love with you. And nothing can ever take that love away from me.

What you saw that day; Amelia and me. It was really nothing. All that happened was that she tripped over that rug I bought weeks ago. Turns out, you were right about the rug. It was slippery and not in the least useful.

She fell forward and I caught her. You walked in right at that moment. That was all it was. I would never do anything with Amelia, she's my cousin. You didn't wait for me to explain myself. You just turned around and stormed out.

I've tried your phone ever since that day, but you always cut the call before it even gets to the first ring. I stopped by your apartment, you didn't open the door although I stayed out there all night. I'm resorting to something like a letter to get you to listen to me.

Char, the first thing I need you to understand is that I love you. If God lets me, I'll stand by you even at 95 when we're both feeble with faces full of wrinkles. The only thing I've ever wanted is a life with you. I want to- no, I need to- spend the rest of my life with your jumpy, crazy, annoying self. Because I don't see myself in a life where your not in.

And secondly, I'd never do that to you. I trust you and you trust me. We are a strong pair and that strength comes from trust. I understand that with the promiscuous situation you witnessed, you immediately thought of the worst possible thing. But please, take a moment to at least consider what I'm saying in this letter. Take a moment to give us another chance.

I know that you trust your own eyes more than my scrawled words and I want you to know that I get it if you just want to cut loose and break off anything we had. Just remember all our memories and what we could be. Don't leave me hanging dry over a mix-up. Don't throw away all the good things because of something like this.

I love you for all you are. Your headstrong, stubborn self. I love you for all you have been to me. A shoulder to cry on, someone to lean on, my girlfriend and most importantly my best friend. And I'll love you for whatever you will be.

All I'm asking from you is to just consider what I've written here. And please take this risk on us. Even if your head says no, I know your heart says yes. So please, come back to me Char.

With all my love,
Harry.