You are now living in another state. You wrote me an email that talked about your painful break up with her. For one moment I wished I could have been her, because you said that you cared for her. I wanted that to be me, but it’s too soon for you right now and besides that you would never fall for a girl like me anyway.
Honestly, I’m not at a point where I can do us anyway. But I still want to be friends with you. I finally wrote you back on Friday, but haven’t heard anything back from you. I haven’t been just sitting around waiting for you to write. Been busy this weekend so far, but the image of you keeps popping into my head.
Are you okay? Are you annoyed with me for writing you? I wanted to tell you about my new friend from venezuela who cooked for a number of my friends today and me. It was really good food! I know you would have enjoyed getting to know Elios and trying new food.
We have so much in common it’s just the timing is all wrong. I want to be friends with you, but I’m not sure you want the same thing. I wish you did. I’m beginning to get to know you and I admire you a lot. I just wish something in the near future could happen between us.
I still can’t believe you turned down the opportunity to say goodbye and I want to know why, but I’m too scared to ask. I also don’t want to pry so maybe it’s none of my business. In any case she is lucky, because from the looks of things she has your heart and you miss her.
I wish I was the one that had stolen your heart first.