Have you ever thought why I always came back to you? What I kept things bottled up inside to avoid something like this? Why I tell you that you make me happy? Why I smile so damn much when I’m around you? Because I love you, John. I love you so much. And you honestly don’t know. You doubt me so much sometimes, like now. And when it’s complicated, it’s not our love that’s complicated. The only difference in my love is how much it grows each day. It’s just how things in between us have been going on. That’s the complicated part. As much as people tell me, “Why do you put up with him? Why haven’t you broken up with him yet?” Well maybe because I just don’t want to throw away something so precious to me. Maybe because I don’t want to feel the regret of losing something I truly love again. We have so much that would kill me if I lost. I ignore what people say, and what people may think I should do because I know what I feel for you. Not once have I told anyone I wasn’t sure of my feelings for you. Not once at all. Because I know I love you. Theres no doubt about it. And maybe my love isn’t always shown as you’d hope for it to be, but it’s there.