Why is it that every letter that I do actually send you contains the opposite of what I really want to say to you?
I love you. I want to be happy with you again. I want to do all the things we used to do. I want to feel you hugging me on a fall day.
I just told you in a letter that I think we should date around and not speak to each other… Why did I do this?
Because my friends said it would be a “bad, stupid idea” to be with you. That giving our relationship another chance was silly after all the chances we’ve had over these 4 plus years.
I want to be with you again. I want you to pull my friends aside and talk with them honestly and openly about how you feel. I want them to respect you and like you, and not just see a stuck up smart kid.
I want you to tell people other than me that you miss me and love me. I want you to make up for the time we lost. I want you to not be afraid of making a fool of yourself. I want you to tell people that you were an idiot and you rue the day you left me. You tell me these things, but then when I talk with people about it they don’t believe me. Tell them and make them see please.
Help me come back to you. I want to. I really do.
Semper te amabo,