I was so sure about you, but now I am confused. I don’t understand myself. I can’t tell you to be happy and find someone else and etc etc etc, because that person was supposed to be me. I won’t be doing myself justice. But then again since you felt the need to use “not sure about me” and “not meant to be” as an excuse to leave, what’s the point of me trying to fight. You are free to leave, but I don’t want you to. Maybe we’ll talk again. Do you ever wonder if we would have been together if we were on a different timeline? My gramma says a person has 7 lives. I always hoped my life would be just this one and no more. If I were to have a life, I wish that it is a butterfly, so I only need to live for a little over a week. If that is true, I hope we get to be butterflies together at least once. We could be born at the same time and live life together to the fullest. Hopefully in that life, we wouldn’t have to worry about religion or opinions. I wish we would be more raw and open with each other. Hopefully, we would be strong enough to love each other. Also, I hope we are not 7,423 miles away then.