It's been five years since I last wrote a letter to you, and a lot has happened between us after that last letter.
First of all, I lied. Yes, I did meet someone, but he was not you. I know that's my fault--to keep looking for someone in another person. He did some great things, but then again, none of them compared to what you made me feel in the past. We ended up hurt, the both of us. But, more for me. Maybe because, first, I was guilty, and I thought I've moved on, and everything I did after that last letter was posted ended up in nothing. I was still the same girl head over heels for you, and I can't blame you for that, because you did absolutely nothing for me to be this way.
After him, I wandered around. There were some who almost became, but always fell short. I would always find something wrong with them, and that is what's wrong with me. Some laughed too hard, some didn't pay the exact amount of attention I needed, some walked a bit slower. All of them did something different than you do.
I wasn't even sure why you always lingered. You were always there, in the back of my mind, ready to pop out at the most inconvenient moments. You would always be there right when I feel like falling for someone else. You would come into mind when someone did something I liked, only for me to realize that it wouldn't be the same if it was not done by you.
Two years after that letter, a year after him, you miraculously came back with a massive surprise. Guess what, after seven years of crushing on you, we became a thing!
