I cheated on you three times with three different people. I don’t regret it. Call me heartless. Call me some kind of monster. Call me anything.

I love you. I really do. I love the way you think, the way you talk, the way you seem to know so much. I love that you know what you’re going to do in life. I love that you’re so intelligent. I love that in the year and a half we’ve been dating, we’ve only fought once. I love just about everything about you. You are honestly the greatest person that has ever walked into my life.

What I don’t love is the 500 miles between us. What I don’t love is the month, sometimes more, between us seeing each other.

I’m moving in with you this summer. I’m giving up so much for you. Yes, my family isn’t the greatest, but I’m still young. I’m strong, independent and probably way too bold. But I need them. I need their support still. I’m going to have to rely on you for all that. I hope you understand.

In my mind, me giving up all of this for you is a fair trade for me cheating. It may not be. But I think it is. If you found out, you would leave me and probably not look back. I probably will cheat on you again. I think I have something set up tomorrow, actually. If it’s any sort of consolation, I won’t cheat anymore once we are living together. I promise.

I want to be with you forever. I want to marry you and live happily ever after. A fairytale sort of deal, wouldn’t that be nice?