First off, hello. It’s April 14, 2010, at 12:32 AM on a Wednesday. I say this only because the person you’re with now may be entirely different from me. But I have to get something off my chest.
Two days ago my heart was broken by a boy whom I love entirely. I may still love him, even while you’re reading this. I don’t know. But the thing is, I’ve been sitting here playing bits and pieces of the last year over in my mind, and I’m sad. I’m lonely. I guess that’s where you come in.
I don’t know who you are. I might know you, or maybe I haven’t met you yet. You could be tall or short or fat or thin. I don’t care. I just need you to know that I love you. If you’re reading this, I love you. You are what keeps me optimistic that love still exists. You will be the reason I have experienced so much heartbreak. It’s all because you were waiting for me all along.
I’m sorry if you’re ashamed of the things I’ve done, and I know I can be sometimes clingy, and sometimes annoying. Knowing that you’ll accept me, regardless, is what keeps me going on.
I miss you, and I can’t wait to meet you.