Well, it’s been two years since I was in love with you. You were everything. I still can’t get over you. It’s pathetic. I’m now engaged to someone, we live together, have a life together, and we’re happy. But. There’s something missing. I can’t help but to think if it should be you and I instead. When we argue, I want to just call you, and tell you how I wish I were with you like I used to do. I miss you so much. You joined the army, and I quit my job. It’s like we traded places. You went up. I went down. I miss you holding me. You always held me. You always told me how beautiful I was. You would call me in the middle of class just to hear my voice. What happened? Where did I go wrong? You ended it with me. I gave you everything. I took care of you, I made sure you were happy. I’m in love with my boyfriend. I love him more than anything. Well, more than anything, but you. I still love you. It’s not too late. Find me. I’ll always be here, Ansel. Always.