I know I can’t make you straight. I know I can’t make you love me. But goddamnit, I’d go to the moon and back if I thought it would help.
I didn’t hate you when you were interested in her. I didn’t even really hate her, like I told you. I just hated that you wanted her, not me.
We have this perfect friendship. We tell each other everything, something neither of us had ever done before. But I still want more.
I know I need to get over it. Over you. But it’s so fucking hard, it drives me crazy. Maybe now that you’re leaving for 6 months, it’ll be easier. Out of sight, out of mind? I doubt it, but maybe.
I fucking hope so.