I know I only met you for a week, but you stole my heart in that time. I thought that we were getting on well, in your e-mails you kept talking about a visit. I still don’t know what I did that made you stop. How can you talk about coming in one e-mail, then complete stop writing?
It’s been six months now, but I still can’t get you out of my head. I miss you terribly. I just wish I could know what happened. Was it something I said? Did you meet someone? I just don’t get it.
I don’t want to admit this to anyone, but the top reason I want to get into grad school is so that I have an excuse to go from being 1500 miles from you, to being 90miles from you. I secretly hope that if I get in, I can come see you on weekends and some spark will remain. I long to hold you, to brush your hair gently from your face. I would even settle for having our long conversations back.
My fondest memory of you is that of you curled up asleep on the bus next to me. I desperately wanted you to lean the other way, lean on my shoulder and I would have been content. You truly are an amazing person, and I wish nothing but happiness for you. I hope that by writing this letter I may finally be able to put your memory away. Even knowing that in the end, you would inexplicably stop talking to me, I would not trade our time.