I hate the most that I lost who I was yet again. I cannot seem to understand why I let this happen or how I can just not see myself slipping. It isn't until I'm just missing from myself, and all things I adore slip from my hands that I get the chance to look at what I've become. I don't blame you for falling out of love with me. Like you said, I'm just not the person you fell in love with anymore.
No one will ever understand what we are going through and why we are even trying to put the pieces back together, but I don't care. We don't need anyone to. I am forever grateful that he is still able, after time apart, to see who I am buried underneath who I've become and really believe that I will return. This is why I love him so much. No one has ever believed in me the way he has since day one. Because of this, because of everything we are fighting and facing, I know that somewhere, somehow, love still exists.
One day baby, one day we'll have our forever back.