I miss you terribly, and I never anticipated that I would. I didn’t even know that you were serious about me until the day that I had to go back home.
I didn’t think that you cared about me at all because we made it clear from the beginning that we couldn’t ever be anything serious. Or rather, *I* made it clear that I didn’t want anything serious.
You did. From the word go, you wanted more. I should have seen that then, because it was plain as day, looking back.
I thought that it was all just physical for you, but I guess that’s what you let me believe. You told me you loved me and I didn’t believe you. You never said it again either – but why would you? I never even acknowledged you said anything. I am so, so sorry.
And then the other day when you messaged me out of the blue – is that why you think I didn’t love you? Because I thought you were a bad person? God no. Far from it. You are so good. Like I told you then. You are so good, too good to hang on to me.
I would say that maybe if you ever moved here, that we should try again but that would be so incredibly selfish of me, and I can’t put you through that again. You deserve more than I was willing to give you. You deserve to be loved fully and I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to be that for you.
Please find someone. Please be happy. I only want great things for you.