The Second Chapter
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My love,
Six months ago, sitting in your bed in England, wrapped up in your arms so much so that I couldn't tell where I ended and you began, you gave me "The First Chapter"- a book you had personally authored, had bound into hard cover and legally published for our six month anniversary. Within its pages was our own personal love story, words inked permanently on the glossy white pages depicting loss, heartache and a love so resilient and strong that it lasted months apart and could be felt from across an ocean.
"It's your two favorite things in one present: our relationship and books!" I remember my heart swelled, an insurmountable wave of love, appreciation and adoration building to unimaginable heights, unlike anything I had experienced before. It never came crashing down, only built and built...until June 1, exactly 25 days away from our one year.
I promised you all of those months ago that I would write the second chapter of our love story for you and present it on our one year. And despite the words that have fallen from your mouth since that night six months ago, despite the tears that have raced down your cheeks as you mumbled that you were simply "not all in" anymore, despite the three times I have had to watch you walk away from me, and despite the unending, unrelenting shattering my heart has faced, I sit here with these words, our second chapter, for you.
Because I meant it when I said you are it for me.
With love now and always,
Jess xxx
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