Dear Dove, I fucking love you. I've fallen in love with you, again. Truth be told, I don't think I ever stopped.
I fucked it up. I got scared- I don't know what I was scared of. That you'd leave me? Hurt me? That you were ashamed of me? Maybe I thought I wasn't good enough for you. I don't know. But the point is- I made a huge mistake breaking your heart.
I broke my own fucking heart too. It wasn't easy, letting you go, but somehow I thought you'd still be mine. I know it's selfish, I know. And then you met Her. You fell in love and Gods it hurt. It fucking hurt. Until she broke your heart-just like I did.
You didn't deserve it. You don't deserve it. You deserve love: pure, passionate love. You deserve to be treated like the king you are. You deserve to be loved until your heart can't take it.
Yes, we'd fight and argue and disagree- but we'd never go to bed angry. Never.
I would love you more than words can describe. I would love you with every atom in my body, with every shred of my soul and every inch, with each beat of my heart.
Dove, I would love you more than I ever believed possible. I can promise this. I do promise this. Because, I already love you more than I can bear to feel.