Sometimes I regret letting you in, letting you see all of me and know who I really am. Sometimes I wish I would've shown more, maybe it would've changed the course of our relationship. Who knows?
Anyways, none of that is the actual point of this letter. Romance plot or not, if I'm gonna tell this story, then I better tell it right. Of course, I won't tell everything. I won't use your name, my name, or anyone who is significant to the plot name. Hell, I won't even tell it exactly the way it happened. Let's look at it from a different perspective, an outsider looking in. Reader, take all of this as fiction. There is no real-world value, besides the lesson that can be learned from everything. Ignore the fact that this story occurred, is occurring, and will occur again; to a real person, with real feelings and whatnot. This is just pure entertainment, for your reading pleasure. Ignore the true meaning of heartbreak.
A love story
....is not a collection of perfect moments with a romantic beginning and a happy ending. It is about moments of insanity, moments of craziness, unreasonable fights, illogical arguments, crossing lines and putting up with "out of the blue" erratic mood swings. Being in love is not about feeling safe and feeling sure about the future. It's about breaking you, shattering you, shuddering every single bone and pulsating every single nerve in our body and still making your bond stronger each day. It is about being vulnerable, uncertain, susceptible and still madly in love. So don't fear love when it comes, simply because it makes you vulnerable and don't be surprised when it leaves either. Just be glad you had the opportunity to experience it. It might last for a few minutes, few days, weeks, months or years and then it might surprise you and last you a lifetime.