I miss you. I know it hasn’t been long, but I loved you. I’ll miss the small things: listening to you talk about the job, holding your hand, the little feeling in my chest as I got a message from you. Thank you for giving me the space to learn and grow and try things you didn’t even know I was trying. Maybe we weren’t meant to be, but I enjoyed living in the moment with you. You were kind, you were confident, you were handsome and you were wholesome. I hope that in time I can move on, and find someone else like you. And I hope that you can be happy and find your perfect man. Although part of me wishes you’ll turn around and hold me again, I know it’s not going to happen deep down. Maybe our time has indeed come. Don’t let us sour the good times with the ending. I love you. Goodbye.