My Dearest Xxxxxxxx,
Foolish. That’s pretty much the word I’ll use to sum this up. As much as my intentions were original, they don’t seem so much now.
In the eyes of anyone else, even yours, this has now become the ramblings of a hopeless romantic, inspired by the many books and films.
Think what you will. But it is not. I do this because I need to, I do this for You.
Everyday, I try to love you a little less, but this heart still beats for you. The rhythm is soothing, but the ache is unbearable.