It's been almost two years and still the thought of you brings a smile to my face. Do you have any idea just how perfect you were for me? It is uncanny that two people could be so perfectly fitted together, so incredibly matched. I miss talking with you, eating at our favorite restaurants, sharing special songs, touching...and, of course, the way we connected physically.
I know it ended poorly. And I know that is was all my fault. And I know that the likelihood of our being together again is remote if not impossible. But I do want you to know that despite all of that, I still think of you, dream of you and will forever remember our time together as one of the happiest and most fulfilling times of my life.
This is the perfect description of my last serious relationship. I so wish this was for me. Except it has been a little more than two years instead of almost, I can't imagine that you would ever do this or that I would ever find myself on Craigslist and I just have this feeling it isn't you and I've learned to trust my gut instincts. And I don't want to move backwards. Only forwards.
So best wishes to the love lorn. Maybe your dream girl is reading as I am. Maybe this one will have a happy ending.