I returned to the past to put a period at the end of the thirteen years we spent meeting, understanding, and loving each other. You ask if I believe in love? I'll tell you that I've seen what love looks like. Though my heart is unwilling, you are no longer the person you once were. I love the eighteen-year-old you, the you whose eyes held nothing but me. Let's see what still resonates between us, and just how much time has changed what we know. Love was simply love. Leaving doesn't mean I stopped loving you; it just means I'll silently wish you well in another way.
