Love always, and never, dies

Dear the one,
I’ve never loved until now. I have never truly understood my purpose in life, until now. You’re the reason for these things and more. I wish I could make a deal with someone powerful so we could trade places and you could see how deeply I feel all of the things I'm attempting to explain to you. I firmly believe no other has felt for another what I feel for you. This isn’t something that fades and dies, this feeling is for keeps, as are we. There’s a space in this world that was made only for us, we’re one and we’re together. Our promise to each other is that we will always be.

Dear the grower,
Things are slowly changing. We’re getting older together but both in different ways. The love we share is our only bond. I wish you would tell me all of the things I need to hear, but I know you swore you’d never lie to me. The ring you gave to me, the book and the letters – they remind me because you no longer do. I never thought I’d question anything about us but now I can only wonder, is our love enough?

Dear the cheater,
Something is broken between us, something more than trust. A part of me has passed for my spirit is no longer within me, it’s moved on to a better place and left behind this empty corpse that begs you to undo it all. I lost myself in you and I fear I may never be found. I am suffering at your hand yet I’m still trying to hold it because I hate who I’ve become and you are my favourite form of self-harm. I’m waiting to wake up, help me.

Dear the crawler,
I awoke myself with the smell of smoke; the small flames of our past. You forced hurt upon me without knowing if I would recover and I stand here as proof that I did. I was never looking for revenge, I’m not in favour of causing pain but this cannot be helped. I have been broken, torn and cast aside. I have seen promises crack, lies unfold and beauty turn morose. I gave you what could have been and exchanged it for what is, at your loss. And now the time has come when I can tell you with honesty that I need you no longer.

Dear the part of myself that I miss the most,
Despite my actions, words and silence I cannot forget you. Time has passed and healed me, it has taught me to forgive. I would tell you that I love you, miss you and crave you but I fear you may feel the same. So instead I beg you, with my final words, to remember that true love can only be defined by the both of us. We are forever ours and forever lost.