We were friends through college. It took me four years to realize that I loved you. When I finally told you, you didn’t have much to say. It was awkward. Painfully awkward. But our friendship was strong. Very strong. We were back to our regular adventures in no time.
When you finally left for the opposite coast, I knew I’d miss you dearly. The first few months were fine, but then we started our phone calls. I don’t know what it is about talking to you, but it can totally turn a bad day around. I feel more loved by you now than I ever have, and it kills me that we’re 3,000 miles apart. I miss you so much. Something tells me I’ll always love you.