I loved you from almost the second that I met you. The more I knew, the more I loved. The truth is, I was a coward. I couldn’t ever muster the courage to ask you to be with me because I was afraid of the answer. I suppose that now I will never know. If I could tell you one thing, I’d tell you that I love you and miss you. I would tell you that, even though it’s been 8 months, I still think about you everyday, a million times a day. I would tell you that my biggest fear is that you were “it” for me and that now I will never be satisfied, happy, or in love. I can’t help but compare the fear of forever lonely to the fear I had of the possibility of you rejecting me. I wonder, would I have changed it all if only I had known. I love you. I hope I won’t love you forever.