I love you. I’ve always loved you, from the moment I first met you. Things have gotten so difficult over the past few years, and I hate that you’ve had to be apart of this. I want to talk to you, but I hate the problems that brings into my relationship. And when I talk to you, I feel myself falling all over again.. And even though you don’t show it, I know you’re feeling the same way. The things you said when my relationship was going up in flames, ill never forget those. Ill never forget the way you told me you loved me, and how you were traveling to see me this summer. Ill never forget the way you made me feel. Nothing will ever be the same, I’m sure you hate me by now. I’m battling with my conscious on whether or not to talk to you, because I want to, but I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do. I didn’t mean to hurt you.. But when it comes down to a guy thousands of miles away who I fell in love with when I was 14, and a boy who is right here who I fell in love with a year and a half ago. It’s going to be him, it’s always going to be him. And I hate saying that, but it’s the truth. The distance is too much. And I wouldn’t be telling you the truth if I said I could handle it. I’m so sorry..
