I hope you’re having the time of you’re life in Paris. You are so lucky to have gotten the opportunity. Unfortunately for me, I love you…and looking at the pictures being posted of you in the City of Love are breaking my heart. I should have told you. Or kissed you that night at the door. Even though we were both drunk, I should have kissed you good-bye. Because now I’m sitting here wishing I could have done things differently. But I can’t do anything about it for a month. I probably won’t be able to do anything about it ever, because you’re going to come back completely in love and in the arms of her. Even though you say you’re over her, I’m not dumb. I went through a break-up, and I know how easy it is to fall back into old habits and feelings. I guess it’s my fault though, because maybe if I told you how I felt I could have kept you thinking about me.
But, because we all know I’ll never tell you any of this, I lose. And there is no one to blame but myself. I didn’t mean to love you, but you made it so easy. And now I can’t stop. It’s only been five days, but I miss you more than I thought anyone could miss anyone.
Enjoy Paris, they say it holds the key to you’re heart. I hope you find that the key is back home, waiting for you. Even if it’s not, you better believe I’ll be waiting to sing my heart out for you as always.