I almost slipped and said I loved you last night. Shit, I thought after I caught myself, where did that come from?
I really didn’t even like you at first. You talked at too high a volume, you had a bad reputation, and your music was irritating. Somehow we wound up spending time together and the fun we had surprIsed me. Then this month happened. And you’re leaving just when things started to get good.
It’s not that I’d ever ask you to stay because I believe in following education and career before love every single time. Where you’re going is the smart move. Though we promsed to see where it goes, I know it will inevitably fizzle. Knowing that makes me sadder than I’ll ever admit to you or anyone else.
Even so, I wish you nothing but the best.
P.s. I think if I hadn’t stopped myself, your reply would have been, “I know.”