I love you. I really do. And I honestly believe, all the way down to my toes, that you are my happily ever after – I want to rub your back after you have a long day at work, I want Saturday nights in front of the tv and Sunday mornings in bed and arguments about whose turn it is to do the dishes and discussions about whether or not we need to paint the kitchen and I want to try to talk you into skydiving for my birthday.

BUT – I’m done waiting. I’m done living on scraps and making excuses for you. I love you and I’m letting go because I love me more.