It’s been two months since I contacted you. I regret not fighting for you, for being so passive then, I was nuts about you. I wish I knew how you felt about me other than wishing you treated me differently. I know we cannot act on it now, but I “wanna know” how you felt about me back then. How do you feel about me now? Was my contact a mistake? You were the one, that I fell for the first time that I saw you and whose rejection sent to running to someone else for consolation, I couldn’t bare it. Why didn’t you pursue it, why did you hesitate? I gave you what I thought you wanted at the time, an out. I hate that day so much, because I was in love with you already. Why would the universe put you in my path and then yank it away? I loved you and to this day, nothing, no one compared to you. I wish you would read this and tell me, but it’s unlikely that you will. And it’s heartbreaking. All this time, I still feel this way about you.