Everyone that comes into our lives is a gift and a lesson.

But I don’t think you were meant to truly be MY gift.

I was more a gift to you. (As self-centered that may sound.)

Someone to make you happier than you have ever felt. (So you said.)

Someone for you to truly love. (Which I felt everyday together.)

Someone for you to believe the woman you envisioned existed. (Telling me you wished you would have met me earlier in life.)

I was your gift in these last few months. (Perhaps because a greater power knew your journey.)

They knew your story, they knew how it would end, and I was one of the last gifts for your life.

Not to say you weren’t a gift to me—because you were.

You made me question the reality of it all.

Made me wonder how I got so lucky.

Made me believe that men like you truly existed.

Made me realize someone could love me for everything that I am.

You treated me like a Queen.

You made me feel loved everyday.

The way you looked into my eyes, you were looking at me— every, single, piece, of me.

I’ve been contemplating the whys—

Why you were presented to me to be taken away.

Why make me love you when you weren’t meant to stay.

Forever grateful that I was meant to meet you.

You taught me lessons I never knew I needed.

You made me look at life and love differently.

You made me realize that I’m worth the wait.

You made me realize that true feelings are genuine and arrive like a freight train.

You never made me question your intentions.

You were true.

You were sweet.

You were cuddly.

And you were one of a kind.

Every day gets a little easier.

Sometimes the water is steady.

Sometimes the water has a slight wake.

But when the tsunami hits, I truly feel the waves.

It’s a process.

Only time can heal.

Saying goodbye and wishing you peace.

Yet, there will be times I want you near.

Like everyone we lose, they are never truly gone.

Gone from this earth,

but always present in our hearts.