I still have feelings for you. When I was in the worst of it, waking up in the hospital after a ride in an ambulance that I was not conscious to remember, instead of crying for myself and for the severity of my illness, I cried over you. If you asked, I’d be yours. Without a second of thought I’d take you back. Even though you completely broke my heart, and have left me alone to go through the hardest time in my life, I’d still take you back. I can’t even get myself to feel mad at your for not caring about me and how I’m doing. See the problem is, I have nothing but happy memories with you, and I can’t help but to admire the incredible person you are. Dating you made me a better person. You made me stronger. You showed me that I could be, and should be, respected and loved for more than just my physical appearance. You changed me. In good ways. It hurts to know that you’ve probably moved on, but I hope that sometimes you think of me, and the way we could never say goodbye at the end of the night. I hope you remember how it felt when we’d kiss in the back of the car hoping our friends wouldn’t see. I hope you remember the first time we held hands and how perfect it felt having our fingers so tightly intertwined. I can’t sleep at night wondering where you are and how you are, and if you ever miss me. If that time in Idaho last semester were the last happy times I will get to see, I wouldn’t regret a single second of the time we spent together. Thanks for making me so happy that I would lay awake with that dorky smile glued on my face every night after I got back to my apartment. Gosh, you’re going to be hard for me to let go. But that’s what you want, and more than anything I want you to be happy. I hope that you are doing great wherever you are, and that you can somehow know how much I care about you. Thank you for making my last healthy months so incredible. Thank you for giving me so much to remember. Thank you for being who you are.