I know we are too young. I know I ended our beautiful relationship. We are perfect for each other. In every single way. Except for my stupid depressions and high-and-lows.
Please tell me you will someday ask me to marry you. I want to be with you forever.
I would ask you myself, but I don’t want to ruin your life because you have still so much to learn. And I have still so much to learn.
When you are ready, I will be ready to live my life with you. To grow old together. Tell me you understand.