Merry Christmas To My First Love

A year ago today, we were it. We were honest to God the happiest couple in the entire world. I didn't have a doubt in my mind that you were perfect. You felt the same about me. Then, this summer, you remembered what beer tasted like, and you wanted it back. You wanted to be something I was not, something I detested. But I learned to love the new, preppy you. Your love for me had already faded by then.
We tried to get back together over and over, each time with a new hope that maybe, just maybe, this time we'd find our happiness again and be as perfect as we used to be. But instead, you kissed another girl and I kissed another boy in revenge. This isn't us. Alcohol has messed us up so much. Losing people is my greatest fear and it has come alive in you. All I ever wanted was you. You are, and always will be deep down, my second half. I have given you so many pieces of me that will forever be yours. There are some thing's I just can't give to anyone else.
A week ago, you looked me in my eyes and told me that I was what you really wanted. You cried as you told me that you meant it this time. What a fool was I to believe you, my darling. Apparently, a lot can change in a week. I think the only thing that will never change is my love for you. You know that it will always be here, whether or not I remain in your heart or not. My only weakness in this whole entire world, I will always be here for you. I pray that you never forget about me, that you keep my letters and all of my pictures.
You're the only thing I wanted for Christmas. But all I'll get is an anniversary spent all alone and no fulfillment on Christmas Day.