Dear xxxx,
I should've known better. I was stupid, oblivious, and desperate. I didn't know the difference between love and forcing myself to love. To me, they were the same. To me, love wasn't a first-sight kind of thing. To me, it was something that could be learned and practiced.
But not to you.
You looked out for me even when I was a stranger. Even before we talked and got to know each other. You warned me, and you made sure I was fine and you were sweet. I guess it was all a play though.
You made me think I could be loved. Someone could want me. You were sweet. At first.
I remember when we would laugh and joke, although I was always quiet and soft-spoken, and I could tell you had a hard time keeping the conversation up. I liked your presence though. I couldn't wait until the next time I could speak to you again.
I remember when we first started dating. You were one of the only people I told about my inward struggles. And then you told me you loved me. July 23rd we started dating and I had butterflies just thinking about you. At night I had trouble sleeping because thoughts of you kept me up.
And then the next morning we spoke again and you had the same trouble. It felt... nice knowing you felt the same. That you were just as happy as me. You called me sweet pet names and told me I was beautiful and loved me.
And then you disappeared.
You ignored me. Wouldn't talk to me. And gave me no choice but to end the relationship because I would rather be single than half-loved.
But I still love you.
Even though you probably forgot about me. But to me, you will always be my first love.
Love, me
ns 15.158.61.20da2
