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Meet myself and my ex-girlfriend. The moment I met her, I knew she was different… Special… Absolutely beautiful. I instantly knew a lot things when I first laid eyes on her but one thing I didn’t know was that she would ever give me the time of day. In July 2009, she kissed me in the back of a car (although we’ve always argued on who made the first move, I’ll let her have it this time). We spent three months building such a connection that we were both afraid of… But despite that fear, we chose each other and started dating in October. Within the two years that followed, we moved in with each other, agreed to one day marry, mothered the most adorable puppy named Zeph, took one another on dates, stayed up all night watching stupid television shows, exchanged our childhood teddies, gave each other our entire selves and overcame a lot. Somewhere along the way, again, despite the fear, we fell in true, genuine love. Although, I wasn’t surprised at all. In 2011, I grew so internally weak and extremely ugly. I broke her heart along with every promise I ever pinky promised her. I tore open her chest and set fire to her every heart strand…. And I’ve never regretted anything else as much as that act. We both, separately, spent months building ourselves up. I would find her scent on the pillows and her voice in the shower singing. I would forget that she wasn’t at the front windows eagerly waiting for me to arrive home… I would walk into that house and the emptiness would break my own heart all over again. But I have grown so much since then, and maybe that pain was what I really needed. But it was never the answer. I never stopped loving this girl. Not even for a second. The 22nd of September 2011, she rang me crying after months without contact. I drove half way across the coast to just be with her that night. She kissed me. She fucking kissed me. Can you believe it? I can’t explain that feeling. Since then, we have been seeing each other, and as much as I would like to say that it is now perfect, I am losing her all over again. I broke her heart, I mean, can you blame her? No. She is afraid I will hurt her again and that she won’t be able to ever move past the pain of our separation and the events that happened within that time. I have been fighting for her for over a month now, and I’m no closer to making her mine again. However, I am not tired and I am not going to give up. I am going to continue to fight for this girl because this girl is the love of my life. Please, reblog and like this until it finds her way to her then maybe, just maybe, she will see just how much I am in utter love with her. Veronica, silly, I adore every last aspect of you and I cannot apologize enough for what I put you through. Please, I am begging you, give us another shot. Our love is far too beautiful to say goodbye. I love you. Only you.

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Meet myself and my ex-girlfriend. The moment I met her, I knew she was different… Special… Absolutely beautiful. I instantly knew a lot things when I first laid eyes on her but one thing I didn’t know was that she would ever give me the time of day. In July 2009, she kissed me in the back of a car (although we’ve always argued on who made the first move, I’ll let her have it this time). We spent three months building such a connection that we were both afraid of… But despite that fear, we chose each other and started dating in October. Within the two years that followed, we moved in with each other, agreed to one day marry, mothered the most adorable puppy named Zeph, took one another on dates, stayed up all night watching stupid television shows, exchanged our childhood teddies, gave each other our entire selves and overcame a lot. Somewhere along the way, again, despite the fear, we fell in true, genuine love. Although, I wasn’t surprised at all.
In 2011, I grew so internally weak and extremely ugly. I broke her heart along with every promise I ever pinky promised her. I tore open her chest and set fire to her every heart strand…. And I’ve never regretted anything else as much as that act. We both, separately, spent months building ourselves up. I would find her scent on the pillows and her voice in the shower singing. I would forget that she wasn’t at the front windows eagerly waiting for me to arrive home… I would walk into that house and the emptiness would break my own heart all over again. But I have grown so much since then, and maybe that pain was what I really needed. But it was never the answer.
I never stopped loving this girl. Not even for a second.
The 22^nd of September 2011, she rang me crying after months without contact. I drove half way across the coast to just be with her that night. She kissed me. She fucking kissed me. Can you believe it? I can’t explain that feeling. Since then, we have been seeing each other, and as much as I would like to say that it is now perfect, I am losing her all over again. I broke her heart, I mean, can you blame her? No. She is afraid I will hurt her again and that she won’t be able to ever move past the pain of our separation and the events that happened within that time.
I have been fighting for her for over a month now, and I’m no closer to making her mine again. However, I am not tired and I am not going to give up.
I am going to continue to fight for this girl because this girl is the love of my life.

Please, reblog and like this until it finds her way to her then maybe, just maybe, she will see just how much I am in utter love with her.

Veronica, silly, I adore every last aspect of you and I cannot apologize enough for what I put you through. Please, I am begging you, give us another shot. Our love is far too beautiful to say goodbye. I love you. Only you.