The day I knew I loved you was the day I had to leave.
I think it was the way you looked at me; with your eyes so bright and smile so wide. I knew at that moment I loved you. I felt it wash over like waves trying to pull me under. 
But I couldn’t get pulled under. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t Shouldn’t. 
But I did. I let the waves wash over me and pull me under with no way of coming back up. 
That was the day I knew I loved you. That was the day I had to leave. 
Now here I am two years later staring into your bright eyes, your smile welcoming me. Welcoming me back into your life like I didn’t just leave it two ago. 
Everyone tells me I was given a second chance. After my accident all I wanted to do was lay in bed and lazily count the cracks in my ceiling. There were many cracks though there were more on my heart. 
The cracks on my heart couldn’t be repaired or ever put back together even with the strongest glue. 
But here I am staring longingly into your bright eyes and slowly, very slowly, I feel the cracks snapping into place. I realize you are my glue, what I need to be put back together. 
Do I regret leaving two years ago? Honestly I don’t know. But as I stand here, the pieces of my heart slowly snapping back into place, I realize I was given a second chance. 
Two years ago I ran away from something that could have been so much more. Two years ago I let the waves wash over me but I ignored them but they are back and they are pulling me, pulling me down. 
I know I was given a second chance at life and know I finally know I was given a second chance to be with you when she couldn't. 
After the accident all I did was think about myself and I didn't think about everyone else. But now, as I look into your eyes there is a lifetime of pain, happiness, and joy behind them. 
I made a mistake leaving you two years ago. 
I won't make that mistake again.