I can’t sleep at all. Thinking about you and the several months gone by so far. Funny how I just had to get back up out of bed just so I could get some things off of my chest.
You’re amazing, and don’t know it. Sexy (so sexy)…diligent with and hold to the promises you make to yourself…absolutely hilarious, witty, with just the right amount of sarcasm…could go on and on…
We would talk for hours when you were stationed 2,000 miles away. Sometimes we would text message for 3 days straight, non-stop. And now that you’re back home, we met up many times.
Had dinners, and watched movies, cuddled, and fucked.
Some say the sex is where I went wrong. Unfortunately I fell in love with you and now it’s this whole other game. I’m strong and will stick through this…but it is really hurting me, so much.
I just don’t know why you can’t admit that we are good together, you have fun with me, and that you ultimately have deeper feelings for me too.
This isn’t fair, because I will stick around until my heart is in pieces. That’s just who I am. I hope it doesn’t come to that.
My only wish is that you could see things from my perspective. You confide in me, you trust me, and I truly cannot fabricate the feeling that you love me too.