It would be great if you could swallow your pride a bit. I know you want to believe that I’m a terrible person, and I understand why. The truth is, I’m not. I make mistakes, but isn’t that true for everyone? I guess I was being naive when I moved here. I don’t regret my decision, I love it here! However, every outing I feel like I’m constantly looking for you. You’re just around the corner, in my mind. I’ve beeb dating. Very successfully. I’ve met a lot of really cool people here. Just filling my time up, waiting for you to come around. Hoping that if you don’t, I’ll meet someone to fall right into your place. How could they ever fill your shoes? It’s not that you’ve ever been a spectacular partner. I’ve had better. But it’s you. That sweet smile. Your voice just makes me melt. I can’t pinpoint what it is about you, other than the swelling I feel in my chest when I dare to think of you. I love you. So much. I just want to kiss every inch of you over, and over for eternity. Lay in bed, drunk, and talking about nothing in particular until seven in the morning. Leaving your doorstep in October, I was terrified that I might never see you again. I think at this point, we’re bound to cross each other’s paths. Baby, let your guard down just a little bit. All I want is to make you happy. That’s the only agenda I have.