Henry,
I am sorry I couldn't love you.
I actually don't think you loved me. Not really.
Like with so many things, it was blown out of proportion. I think we were both confused.
If I had to hand pick all the qualities I would look for in someone you would have had 95% of them. I didn't realise just how important that extra 5% was.
I'm sure people still judge me for cutting you off. They can't see how I could reject someone like you when I obviously won't get any better.
But I couldn't pretend. For you and for me.
I wish I could. I wish I could have loved you.
YOU ARE READING
All the Letters Unsent
RomanceFor the words we can't say in person. A collection of love letters for the ones that got away, for the things we can't let go of and for all the words we want to but can't say.
