Dear TAG,
I had a long talk with my parents tonight about you. I don't know why it took me so long to do it. I should have done it a year ago. I let my own fear get in the way of our happiness, and I am so sorry. I know about your new boyfriend, that you moved in with him and everything. I am sorry I forced you to feel you needed to do something like that. I love you. I always will. My parents hope to be able to meet you someday. I hope you can do that too. I told them that I want to marry you. I do want to marry you TAG. I want to make you the happiest woman alive, and I know I can do that. I think you know it too. You can come back to me. I have a truck, and we can move you out just as easily as you moved in. You can live with me. We'll find a bigger place. Together we can do anything. You asked me the other day why now, why I was realizing all this now when you had made the decisions to move on. I didn't realize how much you meant to me until you were gone. Then I realized that not only was I losing my best friend in the whole world, the one person I share everything with, but that I was losing the woman I love more than life itself. But you didn't even give me an opportunity to realize that. It wasn't even a week, TAG. This guy can't possibly love or care about you the way that I do, and he damn sure doesn't respect you if he's moving you in with him less than a week later. I will fight tooth and nail for you. I will not let you go. Please, please call or email or text or something. I know we can work this out. I know you know we can work this out, and we are great together. I will drop everything and run to be by your side. I love you just as much as I love my kids, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you. Please give me the opportunity to do that.
All my love,
B
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