“Dear Boyfriend, I don't know if I love you and I'm not sure if you love me. We say it every day,…”

Dear Boyfriend, I don't know if I love you and I'm not sure if you love me. We say it every day, and there's of course, at least, a part of me that believes it. But there's a, and I hate to admit this, a larger part of me that just isn't sure. We met under such crazy circumstances, and we were so romantic - I thought all of my feelings were real, and at the time, they were. But now that I think about it, and the fact that we've stepped out of a fantasy land, I wonder if we were just in love with the idea of each other. I don't know the answer to this, and I often wonder if you are asking yourself the same question. I hate it. You used to make me so happy and I miss it. When I say I miss you, that part is true, but I fear I just miss who I thought you were or who you used to be. I don't know which is true. I cry every day when I think of us and writing it now, that doesn't seem like love. I wish things were different. I'm sorry. Love (maybe), Your Girlfriend