Dear T.

I know that I ruined everything. I know that my indecisiveness about loving you is what caused our relationship to ultimately fall apart. After two years of you always being there for me, after putting a ring on my finger, now it is gone. Now you are gone. At least, you say you are. 
Yet you still let me bring you cakes, letters and things you like. Yet I am still here, trying every day as hard as I can to convince you to take me back. This has been going on for a few months now. 
You told me that you don’t know if you love me anymore.
I figure if you didn’t love me anymore, you wouldn’t let me stay at your house, bawling at your kitchen table for hours. 
I will never, ever stop trying. Unless, of course, you threaten to call the police. 
I love you, more than anything in the world. That, I am sure of.
You know the saying, ‘You don’t really know what you’ve got until it’s gone’?
Well, now I know.
And all I want is another chance to make this right, because you were, and continue to be, the most important person in the world. 
If you could give me that, I would very much appreciate it. Because this constant shallow breathing and breaking down at random times during the day is really not working for me anymore.
I have hope and I have faith. I wish that you did, too.

Love,
Danielle