Dear Girl

At last

Finally, in December, you had moved here. It was so exciting! When we finally met, we hugged for like 5 minutes in your car, and we hung out all night.

It was crazy how we met on some dumb chatting app and now were together.

I even got to kiss you that night, and every night we hung out after that.

However, we rarely got to hang out. I don't even think we hung out ten times. You were always busy dealing with issues in your family and claiming you weren't allowed to go out, despite being an adult.

I didn't think anything of it. It wasn't your fault, right?

I grew attached. You told me you didn't want to lead me on. But actions speak louder than words. You kissed me. You held my hand. You snuggled me, even.

You even went as far as to tell me if you ever dated again, I'd be the only one you'd even consider.

You even told me I was unlike the others, and that you felt differently about me from everyone else, and got crazy butterflies.

But something still held you back.

I'd begged and cried before to be with you because you were just so amazing. Being with you seemed like fate.

I needed you.