You.

I wish I could say we had an extraordinary love, but that would be a lie. We had a relationship other people were jealous of, of course, but it was nothing extraordinary. We never walked without holding each others hand, we always laughed together as if it was our last, we’ve spent nights talking about our childhood, regrets and dreams, we had nicknames for each other, somedays we’d spend hours without talking and it never felt awkward, you kissed me, and you would say ‘I love you’ and other people were jealous they didn’t have that. But that was it. Now that I’m writing this down I realize the only extraordinary thing about our love was YOU, which was probably the reason you weren’t so hesitant to leave me.