I’m not sure how to start this. I miss you. I thought time would make it easier, but the truth is I miss you more every day. I know you’re happy; I can see that and I’m honestly glad. I’m not saying this with any agenda: I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, and every day since. You might not want anything to do with me, and on some level I understand why. My biggest fear isn’t that you don’t love me anymore, or even that you might hate me. It’s that you’ll forget about me. I couldn’t bear that because I think about you every day. Sometimes those thoughts make me sad, sometimes they make my heart ache. More often they make me smile because I think about what an incredible person you are, and the memories you’ve given me.
I’m sorry for the times I went a little crazy; I thought shutting you out would make me miss you less. I’m sorry for the things I didn’t do when we were together. If I could do it again I would be great for you, and I would never let you go.