Please.

Dear Matt,


I know that you don't care that I am struggling, I know that you don't care that I'm on a very precarious precipice.  I know that you are hurt by my actions prior to the break up and that you didn't know how else to fix things.  I don't know if this is killing you as much as it is killing me, and i may never know.  But I do know that what we had was real; was amazing.  I love you more than I ever though capable of loving another person who wasn't related to me.  I cared more about your well being than my own most of the time.  I changed more thanks to your influence and help than I ever thought possible.  We brought out the very best in each other.  And yes, sometimes we brought out the worst, but that is only because we challenge each other in a way that people will never understand.  We don't just accept what is in front of us to be true, that would be too easy.  And love isn't supposed to be easy.  It is supposed to stretch us and pull us and only when we feel like breaking down and giving in do we get to see just how amazing true love is.  The fire and the passion, while it can cause bad arguments, also puts us on a level of love and adoration that most people never get to experience.  I don't want to throw that away, I can't let you. I won't let you.


" Love is the passion that we feel inside of our hearts that we can't hide. We pretend to hide it, but it burns us more and more until the pain grows and grows and it never ends."


Please.


Je t'aime,
E.