I sit here now thinking about you. I know that we just started things 3 weeks ago, but I’ve never felt like this ever before. It feels wrong, like I’m doing things wrong. But for some reason my heart can’t stop telling me this is the right thing to do.
3 hours was all it took for me to fall for you. And now there is this agonizing pain that I can’t forget you. When I see you with here, or picture the 2 of you together, it crushes my heart.
I can’t help but think what could or would have been, if I had made my move sooner. And I had no clue that you felt the same way for me. But you’ve been “in this rut” for a long time, and while I hear that it is hard for you, I’m heart-broken inside.
This is me. I’m real. I won’t do that to you. I care way too much. And if you can’t see this, then I am certain that there is no hope. Your confusion is my fate. I just want you to know that I’m waiting. I love you.