I'm aware that movies/romance novels/ryan gossling has tainted the minds of many women alike. Love isn't always how it looks on a movie screen or in a Nicholas Sparks novel. Despite knowing this, and spending the majority of my time as a cynic, I still wonder if true love is really out there...
My breakup with him was over a year ago. I never sent this letter...but I find myself wondering if I'll ever love someone like I loved him. The pain almost gets too much to bear when I read over this, but it somehow makes me happy to remember a time when I was so happy with him :
I’m not sure...