Whipped cream.

I wanted to spend the rest of my sunsets with you because you found them extra romantic.

I wanted to try your fluffy pancakes after marathons of hot sex.

I wanted to be your biggest cheerleader and source of support and belief in everything that you do.

I wanted to spend hours challenging your philosophical thoughts.

I wanted to capture your weirdness through film.

I wanted to share more in jokes and banter and laugh with you.

I wanted to make a home in your arms.

I wanted to know every crevice of your mind and heart.

I wanted to kiss away any pain you have ever had, and hold your hand through tough times.

I wanted to be as happy and honest and strong and kind as you.

I wanted to buy you a camera for your birthday like you did for your brother.

I wanted to encourage you to go forth and adventure to all your hearts desire.

I wanted to convince you that you can — most definitely — make the world a better place.

I wanted to be an enriching source of passion, joy, fun and delight.

I wanted to share my private thoughts.

I wanted to become your everything.

I wanted you to be mine.

I wanted to make you smile.

I wanted to try.

But now you’ve made me cry.

And there is nothing left to do but say goodbye.

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