Dear Beverly;

Dear Beverly,

I don’t expect you too read this. But if you do, I promise that you will feel better about what has just happened.

12-29-07. One of the last days of the year. The day in which you finally set your eyes on me. My crush had finally evolved, and granted that getting with you was awkward as hell, I knew that it would make me who I wanted to be.

Days passed, and we celebrated the best new years of my life. Kissing right as the ball dropped. I remember my words to you exactly. “This is going to be the best year of our lives.” It was absolutely the greatest way to start a new page. A new life in which all I could ever think about was you.

Days turned into weeks, as our relationship built. Our teenage crushes turned into a serious relationship. 2 weeks in, we were passing “i love you’s” like no tomorrow. I did love you. Every single day of our romance, I knew that you were the one for me. Your piercing blue eyes and addictive personality kept me wanting more.

But then stuff started happening. I started getting myself into the wrong stuff. You know what it was. It ended with me infront of a judge, begging him for one last chance, as you have done to me too many times. Did the judge show remorce too me? No. He didin’t care that I had changed or that my life was turning around.

You started changing. Not little changes. You turned into a stranger. I didin’t know who I was kissing, or telling them that I loved them. I didn’t fall in love with a scenester. Or a smoker, for that matter. I didn’t ever want you to change. You were my flower. But you kept changing, more and more. I couldnt stand it.

I knew it was getting worse when you snorted that pill. It killed me. I wanted to die. You knew my story, and you knew how bad it ruined my life. You mocked me. It hurt me a lot. And then the josh thing. I’m sorry, and I wish I could of felt differently.

All in all, I didin’t do this for me. 25% of it was for me. The other 75% was for you. I’m not fit to be a boyfriend right now. I didn’t treat you right, and I realize that. One day, you will too. Keep this in mind. If God wants us to be together, our paths WILL cross again. But until that day comes, it’s best for us to be split up.

-Henry.

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.

Matthew 7:7