Tomorrow would have been our one year anniversary. My mind keeps flashing back to that cold November night, when you swept me off my feet. Sitting in the Biggby window... "I want to kiss you," you said. And you did. And that was the night that I fell in love with you.

I was so scared at first to love you. I remembered what he did to me, so I pretended that I didn't love you. But I soon realized how impossible that was. I realized how much I needed you to be in my life.

I remember going home and crying my eyes out, because I felt like a princess. I felt that my dreams had come true, that you were my Prince Charming, and everything was going to be okay.

I am just so thankful for all the time that we had together. I kept all the things that you ever gave me. They sit in my room to this day. I couldn't get rid of any of it. I have zero bitter feelings towards you. Just happy memories.

I hope that sometimes you will think of me. I'm sorry we didn't work out. I know that you wanted us to be together so bad. But as we grew older, we grew apart. And we were better off letting it all go and walking away, rather than hurting ourselves trying to fix the relationship. I've always loved you, and I always will. But I love you enough to let you go.