I cheated, but it really doesn’t feel like that. Yes, I know hooking up with other guys is wrong, and it shouldn’t have happened, but I don’t have any feelings for him. I don’t think it was special, it didn’t matter to me.
I’m in love with you. I want to be with you. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I miss you every moment of every day I don’t spend with you. I always think about you and I care about you more than I care about myself.
I just want to be with you, and there’s a void when you’re not around.
I haven’t told anyone because it really didn’t matter. It was nothing. It was stupid, selfish, dumb, but meaningless.
I’m not making up excuses, but I really just don’t care about what happened and I don’t think it should put anything between us. Because it’s me and you till the end.
I’m sorry, I love you.