To the man of my life,

I know you don’t know this is you, and I wish not only that you knew but also that you were the man in my life. I didn’t even know this is who you were until several days ago. It was a sad and uplifting realization.

Mind, you are not the man of my dreams; dreams are fleeting. I once met him, the man in my dreams, and he was not all that. And you, I have met you, gotten to know you, valued and appreciated you; but never told you enough.

The truth is that I walked away because I loved you so. The truth is that I didn’t want to love you, because I didn’t want to love anyone. The truth is that the moment I realized how much you meant to me, I jetted. I love you. I have for a long time.

I wish I could say that I feel pain knowing that my love is unknown to you. But I don’t. I feel peace and a bit of sadness at the thought that I do love you. I am at peace with my feelings for you, and they could only be made better if you too knew.

But I don’t know how to tell you that it’s taken me years to realize what was once in front of me. I don’t know how to tell you how I feel, or why I acted the way I did, or anything else for that matter. We are now strangers. I am not even sure the man I love is still there.

Man of my life, I love you. And no matter what, I wish you the greatest happiness and success in the future.

I love you,