A letter to you...

I love you, more than anything in this world. But things are not turning to the way thats good.

I don't know if you love me enough. I want to believe that you do. Why is that you can't make up your mind? Why is it that for once, you say those three words to me first without being prodded or pushed into saying it. I feel the need to move on. But don't know if I ever can. I feel like I'll always be connected to you.
I sometimes see myself growing older with you. Sitting on the rocking chair, listening to you talk about things. It seems like a sweet feeling. Only pungently sweeter now.