My Bible

Dear Miles,(i wasnt going 2 put the name but its just so no1 assumes any1 else)
I constantly ask myself if I could go back and do it all over again, with you, would I, and the honest answer is I would. But our departure wasn’t a choice of I, so who is to say you would want to turn back the hands of time. Fore this is not a bashment and even if it were there are no unconstructive adjectives that can be associated to you. You wasn’t a liar, a cheater, or sadistic. In all actuality you were tolerant, beneficial and compassionate. Your all of what us women want, but the short of what us women get. I hate the concept “your lost” fore I am the one without. But then I reflect on the expression of “I love you” and if it were true, wouldn’t we still be together without a doubt. I gave all of what I could at the time, I wouldn’t say I was misunderstood, I just couldn’t let go of the hurt from others like I should. I understand why you left, our relationship was more than a mess. Restlessly in conflict, quarreling over things that made no sense, and to be honest I knew you weren’t content. It was only a matter of time before you soath liberation. How sad is that, that our relationship is compatible to a war. Something so profound as love, left one of us sore. (Me) The more I dwell on the past, this unsetting feeling climbs up to my heart, and what is suppose to be constantly beating is as solid as a rock. Am I easily forgotten or is it a matter of you needing your time and space. I remember once you said it was only “high school love,” but I took it as unlike lust and like, love is the highest of love. I wrote to you like I’m writing now, pouring out my heart. But since our love was war I can see who won and the crazy thing is you never fought. You said it wasn’t me and I will always have your heart, I’m sitting here wondering do you still live with that thought.