I’ll confess it was my New Year’s resolution to never speak to you again.  I’ll confess when I told my friends of this, they said I couldn’t do it.  I’ll even confess that they might be right.

Every movie I watch, every book I read, every song I hear, every conversation I have, reminds me of you. 

I once heard someone say that you know love is real if you believe that no one on this planet could possibly love another as you do.  You feel you’ve created a whole new love.  I felt that…I feel that. 

But, this isn’t a movie, this isn’t a book, and this isn’t a story.  This is real life, and sometimes, the one who you completely give your heart away to doesn’t return the favor.  And, though you’ve sensed all along that there was something being held back, you didn’t want to believe it.  This was an emotion you wanted to trap inside you forever.  This was happiness; this was the definition of life.

Then I think about what you said once, a long time ago (I remember every word you’ve directed towards me since we met).  “Trinitie, you usually get back what you give to people.”  And it’s true.  I may not have given you my whole heart.  There may have been some things I kept from you, and I realize now that great love can’t exist with lies.   And I know that we’re the kind of people that won’t settle for anything less than great love.

Maybe it wasn’t a great love, but it did turn into a great heartbreak. 

Who can truly smile without first shedding tears? 

Trinitie