Click here for a letter.I hate games. Love is not a game. It’s not a gamble. It’s not something to be played around with.
When I say I love you it’s real. I’ve told you. When I say I miss you it’s real. When I say move forward I mean that.
This is not a game. It’s real.
Why do I hear from you only randomly if you said, “I love you?” Why do you always doubt when I say yes?
Why is your definition of friendship different than mine? I don’t know. I thought we were on the same page.
My definition of friendship is love. We were friends first, then well…not quite enemies but then friends, then love… I love you as a friend, as a lover, as more. You’ve always been here for me. You’ve listened to me. We’ve disagreed. Then we made up and became friends again.
How do I put it without losing my dignity here, but the ball is in your court. I’m waiting for you to decide. But you can bet my answer will definitely be yes.
Who are you writing this to? Could you write the person’s initials?
It’s for a J….and I doubt he’ll read this….