To my hulaif,
I don’t even know how to start this but… I miss you. Like, really miss you. It’s hard to explain, but without you around, everything feels different. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the small things we used to share, and it makes me smile and hurt at the same time.
I know I’m the one who ended things, but it was never because I stopped loving you. The truth is, my parents wanted me to break up, and I just… listened to them. I regret it so much. I should’ve fought for us, but instead, I let go of the one person who actually made me feel safe and happy.
You were never the problem. Not once. You made me laugh, you cared about me in a way no one else ever has, and you made me feel like I was actually worth something. I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me.
I still love you. I still want you back. Even though I try to move on, my heart keeps pulling me back to you. You’re my first love, and honestly, I think you’ll always be the love of my life. If I could redo everything, I’d choose you a thousand times over.
I don’t know if things could ever go back to the way they were, but I just want you to know that I never stopped caring. You’ll always have a piece of my heart, no matter what