Hey.
Listen you fool. If it hasn't been obvious enough, i'm in
love with you. I always have been and I always will be. Do you
remember? Do you remember why I broke up with you? It's
because I thought it's what you wanted. You told me
right before you asked her out that that wasn't
what you wanted, and then proceeded to tell me that there was
nothing we could do about it now. That it didn't matter. But
listen. You? You matter to me. You can't even begin to
understand how much I care about you. How much you mean to
me. We've been through way too much together. Our
memories?.. Their freaking irreplaceable. I want to continue
those memories with you. I want you to be apart of my life,
something more than just friends. You don't understand how
lost I am without you. For three years, on and off and on and off
we've dated. Why? Well for me, it's because I hadn't
moved on. I still haven't. I truly believe you're the one
for me. We're meant to be together. I'm crazy about you,
and I miss you an awful lot. And it shatters my heart each and
every day when I see you with her. You're slowly slipping out
of my life, and that feeling sucks. I just can only hop that one
day I mean as much to you, as you mean to me.