For someone who was never my Boy, you put up with a lot from me. ... The few deep conversation we had, you were so vulnerable with me. You had been hurt. You had been suicidal. You understood me. You are a sweet, wonderful person. It didn't make sense to me that I was the second person you ever had sex with. It didn't make sense to me that no one had ever told you how fucking beautiful you are. I'm very egotistical...I don't understand people who don't like what I like.
I texted you when I wanted you, which was quite a bit.
I've thought about how things would be different if I stopped fucking around and gave us a chance.
If there's one thing I know about love, it's that the what-ifs will kill you if you let them.