I wrote you a letter while you were on vacation in Europe. I wrote it because I wanted you to have a little piece of me waiting for you when you got back. That letter, was a lie. I wrote what you needed to hear; not what I needed to say. Ever since then, it has been so loud in my head. The ambient noise of what I should have written to you. This is what that letter should have said. But I will never send this letter. Instead of sharing this with you, I am going to share it with everyone but you.
We can’t be together, not yet anyway. You need to figure yourself out, and I understand that. You have been through so much. He wasted four — almost five — years of your life. You need time to be you. I understand that, and I want you to be happy. Because once you’re happy, we can be happy together. This is what I should have said. I love you. It wasn’t the time then, and it isn’t the time now. I can wait for you. I can wait. I know I can.