Dear you,
Those last two weeks of this past July when you were visiting your home town were torture. I remember missing you like a fool. In your absence was the first time I spoke it. The words I had tried so long and hard to fight from coming out of my mouth, even to my own reflection.
I liked you.
Too much. But so many times had we been so close and so happy that I was convinced you shared something. Even if it wasn't long. I truly believe you shared those feelings for some time. And when you came back and didn't talk to me for three days I was nervous. Did you hate me now?
But then you came running over. Excitedly telling me all your adventures in that faraway town. I knew then that nothing had changed. We were just like we had always been. Now what we had been was the question.
Sincerely, Me
