There is a part of me that wants to call you right now, tell you that I can't stand being without you any longer, and ask you to take a cab here. The hardest part is that I know you would do that for me; you care enough and want me enough to do that.
I chose to be with someone else. Though I miss you horribly, I could never change my mind. Sometimes I'm angry with myself because of that, but mostly, I tell myself that this is what I've wanted for a very long time -- to be with who I am with now.
I wouldn't make a different decision if I could go back and do so, but that doesn't mean I don't love you and miss you to the point where it is sometimes crippling.
The idea of you being with someone else is capable of bringing me to tears, but I do wish happiness for you. You deserve that so much.
I keep thinking of that one night we were sitting on the porch. We kissed for so long that your cigarette burned your hand. I now see that as a metaphor for our whole relationship.