These are the things I need to say to you, the words I cannot leave unspoken. I don’t expect you to do anything about them, but for my own peace of mind, for my sanity, I need to know that you know…
Firstly, that I am in love with you, I’m pretty certain that you know this part but in case you aren’t I am and I have been for a very long time, maybe even from the very beginning.
Secondly, that my biggest fear is that I will miss you forever, that years from now I will still be missing you, will still be wondering what might have been. Things could have been very different – those were your words, and they haunt me.
Finally, that I think you are in love with me too, you have as good as told me in your mumbled, messed up way. And this is all the worse for knowing it.
What if my last thoughts are of you? What if yours are of me? What have we done?