This could have been a suicide note, not many people seem to get that I'm unhappy even when I explain it, but I don't blame them, its one thing to listen and another to experience, when I look at him I see the light of everything we tried to do, and I see the death of everything i wanted to give him, and he doesn't see the tears I shed alone

This could have been a hate letter, not many people seem to get that he's happy now. He hurts, I'm sure, but he's free, and that's what he wanted, all he wanted, nothing to do with hurting me. We're young, and he's barely had a chance to step out and see why he really is, I should have never expected so much of him.

This could have been a note left in the night, not many people seem to get that I was happy, really actually happy, I went to work and rushed home every night to spend with him, I cherished every moment and that's a cruel thing to have taken away. I want to know if I can have some part of who he was to me back, even if it's not the husband I saw.

This should have been a nightmare, not many people would have gone so far, given up so much for the one they loved, it ended the year before we were supposed to be married.