Back then I didn’t think it would ever happen. I never thought it was likely or even possible. But then again, I never thought you wouldn’t be in my life.
I should have told you while I knew you that I loved you and I cared for you, and that you were important to me. Instead I allowed you to think you were just like everyone else. No letter I write will ever or has ever expressed how you made me better, happier, how you changed my life.
It’s funny now to think that my friend became a part of my heart; that my friend would be on my mind and not in my life.
I hope one day we find each other again, and maybe then I can tell you: I love you.
I wrote this with a very specific someone in mind. And, even today, all these years later, I still feel the same way. (I know it hasn't been years since my post, but it has been years since the feelings that generated the post came to bear.)
My heart is conflicted. For some reason, the one i couldn't love enough is the one my heart can't stop loving… . No butterflies, no sparks, just love – deeper than I could have imagined. It's time to move on, but I don't know if it will ever be over.
The last couple weeks have reinforced my heart's conflict. I could kick myself! It's been so long, and yet I love him still. I wish I would have known then what I know now. :/