I love you. I live for you. But I know I have to start living for me.
I need to know my life means something. To feel the adrenaline rush through my veins—a rush I’ve only felt out here and when I held you in my arms.
Scottie, you are without a doubt the love of my life, and I want nothing more than for you to have everything your heart desires. Unfortunately, we both know that can’t be. You were forced to choose, and you chose your family. I could never fault you for that. I understand, even though it hurts.
Consequently, I don’t get to make a choice. My country wins by default. But if I’d had the chance to choose, it would have been you.
For as long as I live, it will always be you.
Forever yours,
Briggs