I Still Care About You Deeply, This Is Why I Ask You Not To Close The Book

I cared about you. I loved you. I supported you. I was there for you through anything and everything. You are missing out on how much I care. I highly doubt you will find someone who cares for you more than I do.

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Angel Monsanto III
Angel Monsanto III

“You and me got a whole lot of history (oh)
We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history (oh)
So don’t let it go, we can make some more, we can live forever” – One Direction

You and I have an extensive history. We had great times. Me being the hopeless romantic I am, I am still the one who adores you. I go through my days thinking about you. I go through goals that I accomplish and I wish you could be there. I go through sleepless nights, crying and thinking to myself, “What if he comes back? I know it won’t be tomorrow or next month, but eventually, what if he does?”

Well, what if you do? I would definitely be shocked, but even more grateful.  I would embrace you with open arms and an open heart. Right now, you turned the page – away from us. But please remember this page. You and I have memories, smiles, laughter, plans, goals and aspirations that YOU AND I made together. You and I – our stories – were popular with my friends.

You know I talked about you. How could I not? When you are so important to me, I could go on and on about you. You made me smile, laugh, cry, you made me thrive. You were my reason to grow. I grew into the confident young guy.

Friends told me, “Oh, he is not worth it. Do not worry about it. He is missing out.” I disagree with PART of that.

You ARE worth it.

I worry about it. I worry day in and day out. You stood by me through hard times. But now, no one gets me like you do; no one compares to you. So yes, I worry.

I do agree, however, that YOU ARE missing out.

I cared about you. I loved you. I supported you. I was there for you through anything and everything. You are missing out on how much I care. I highly doubt you will find someone who cares for you more than I do.

I have plans of my own that will go with me to my grave. Will you know these plans? When the time is right, then yes, you will. You are you. You will always know what is up with me and my life. I cannot leave you behind, like you left me.

YES, I JUST SAID THAT. You left me. You gave up. And as I type this, I am crying. Saying that out loud is absolutely heartbreaking. Admitting to myself and coming to terms with the fact that you gave up . . . it is like a thousand needles piercing my heart.

See . . . I cannot give up on you. I refuse to give up. You know why?

Out of all my friends, ONE supports you and I. And it is she, who gives me that reminder to follow my heart. My heart says to hold onto our memories because they will one day flourish once again. My friend roots for you. She thinks we would go perfect together. K was like, “Don’t give up. I can see you two together. I support you two.” SHE SUPPORTS US. SHE ROOTS FOR US. I swear she got the chills when I told her about “us”.

I CARE ABOUT YOU. Always have, always will. I believe in you and I. That is why I ask you to not close the book. Do not close it, simply bookmark it. You know I will always be here.

“Please don’t tell me
It’s the end of the story
Don’t close the book on me
Oh don’t you close the book on me
We’ve gone our separate ways
We’ll meet up on another page
Don’t close the book on me
Oh don’t you close the book on me
You bookmark this page
In time you will see
If you have nowhere to turn
You can turn back to me
You can turn back to me
Turn back to me” – Honor Society

You and I were C-Squared. THAT is what I hold onto. So go live your life, please do. I will live mine. But NO ONE can ever take YOUR place. So, when I am still single, if and when you turn back to our page, then do not be surprised. I will live my life. I will go after my dreams, my goals, and my ambitions. And if and when you come back, then I will happily welcome you with open arms, an open heart . . . and open doors to our empire. Thought Catalog Logo Mark