You have a piece of me. You'll always have.

You'll always be the guy I'd want beside me when I wake up; the guy whose hand I'll hold as I enjoy my morning coffee, while you enjoy your crispy bacon strip. You're the guy I want to go to work with, and discuss my cases with--the one I can talk to for hours about unanswered questions in our field. You're the guy that I'd willingly buy Kinder Bueno for just so you have something to be glad about during your toxic days. I told myself once that I'd be lucky if I get to spend the rest of my life going out on dates with you--watching movies, talking for hours, making you laugh until you're almost breathless. You're the only person I want to come home to, and rant to about a stressful day, and talk to about all the things that coursed through my mind. You're the person I want to listen to--whose voice I want to hear at the end of each day. You're the love of my life.

I honestly hope things were simpler for us. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm making you wait. I'm sorry that I'm getting tired of chasing after you. I need to take a moment to rest, to pick up the pieces that got broken when we made our mistakes, to realize that I don't need to give up the things I deserve when loving someone.

One day, we'll get our chance to share a cup of coffee and just talk. And the world will be looking. And Mama Volet will be looking down on us. And we will be happy.