This is for you

I began writing this for you right before our vacation, and finished it on the plane ride back to New York. I do know that you are the person that I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. However, I don't think that we will; and that may be the saddest truth. So, here it goes:

I don't love you anymore
than I did last week
and anyless than I did last year
or the year before that
or in 2001
When you first saw me
When we layed there,
me with tears rolling down my stolen heart,
and you
trying to comfort the part of you
that had been locked away until that night.
(How did you loose your virginity?)
that was the moment I knew
you would be hard to get over.
I have been trying,
struggling,
lying,
crying,
almost dying to exist in another truth.
Moving on to others
that just
aren't
you;
But I think I'm over that comparison stage,
cause reality is
there will never be another you;
patient,
honest,
hardworking,
non-judgemental,
can't see us as we,
you.
And there's the silver lining,
that someday soon
the Mr. to my Mrs. will want,
need,
dream,
breath,
we.
I know I have blocked blessings
because I am in love with you;
no more than when I first touched this pen to this page
and no less than
the first time I let the four letter curse
bleed from my tounge
and land in your denial.
Giving life to everything you hoped untrue,
prayed would never be
and
you began to push me away; I think.
Ever since that day
I haven't been sure of much
only that you, up till now
have been my beautiful surprise
But I do know that our timing was off
and can't help but wonder if this cycle will ever end
when
you touch more than my body
and kiss more than my lips.
You are a part of me.
A soul once empty is filled
with
you .
I am not sure if we will ever
go our seperate ways,
and not sure if I even want to.
I know that I am not sure of much since you,
But I do know that
I am in love with you;
No more than our last goodbye
and no less than our first hello.

So, there it is the whole truth. Please, don't mention it, I think that I am embarrased.