I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. I keep remembering the times you flirted with me. I’ve just recently realized that it was actually flirting. I’m mad at myself for not taking all those chances you gave me. Like, when I freaked out because a space heater fell over in your room, and you said “Come here, I’ll comfort you.” But I didn’t sit with you. I know now that I should’ve. After knowing you for this long, about 2 years, I’ve finally realized that your comfort was all I ever wanted. Unfortunately I settled for someone who didn’t treat me like you did. He didn’t talk to me that way you did, or look at me like you did. He found my quirks rather annoying, while you found them kinda cute. Not that it means anything now, but I seriously was and still am so in love with you. If I ever get a chance to see you again, don’t be surpised if I try and kiss you.
With love always,