Hello,

I hope you’re doing well. I know you are, though. You were always so determined, committed, and headstrong; you never let anything get in the way of what you wanted, including me. Despite the feats I would go and the light-years I would travel for you, you never could allow yourself to love me. Even though I completely understand the reasons for your rejection of me, it still breaks my heart to think about the future we could have together. All of the crazy adventures, memorable laughs, and tough times we could conquer together bring tears to my eyes every time I think about not sharing those experiences with you. Our wasted potential feels like a knife in my back that gets dug in a little deeper every time you dance across my mind.

I’m writing this to remind you of my feelings for you. I’ve told you countless times, but I guess I think that if I tell you enough, you’ll start to feel the same. Because deep down under all the seriousness, independence, and impatience I truly believe you do care about me. I refuse to believe that after all these years and everything we’ve been through I mean absolutely nothing to you.

That being said, I have some things to tell you.

First, you are one of the most important people in my life. I love literally everything about you. Every aspect of your personality and demeanor makes you perfect in my eyes. I could never imagine anyone better. Everything I see, hear, read, and listen to makes me think of you. All of the sappy love songs I listen to, the hopelessly romantic articles I read, and the cute things I see couples do make me think of you and us. You haunt me. And as much pain as it causes me, cutting you out of my life completely would be equivalent to death.

Second, I allow you to control every aspect of my life. I make decisions and life choices based on what you would do or what you would want me to do. This is a terrible habit to have developed, but I don’t care. Because in my mind if you were to ever ask me what I have been up to or how I was, I’d be able to give you a report you’d be impressed with, one that would hopefully make you second guess why we weren’t together. I want you to want me. I find myself in desperation over your time, love, compassion, and affection. I so desperately want to be a serious part of your life. I so badly want you to reciprocate the feelings I have for you. I want you to confide in me, to lean on me, to grow with me, and let me into the darkest, most broken parts of your soul so I can heal them and make you whole again. I want to show you I have more to offer than you think.

And lastly, I want you to know that it’s always been you; and it always will be. Through the years I’ve experienced others and the love they had to offer, but I always come back to you. And although I take a second look at other guys, you are always in the back of my mind. No guy will ever stand a chance against you. The way I feel about you is so genuine, unique, and rare. I could never imagine feeling this type of love for someone else. That in itself brings me the utmost joy but also simultaneously fills me with a fear like no other. I often wonder if I’ll ever be able to let you go, to move on, to find a love that is more reciprocated. I fear I’ll never love again. But even if I spent my life in hopeless desperation for your love, I wouldn’t care. I would rather spend my whole life waiting for you than settle for someone who isn’t you. I would wait my entire life to be with you. And I would give up everything for you.

I could pour my heart out to you every day for the rest of my life and still not even begin to scratch the surface of the monstrous iceberg of feelings I have for you. No words can ever encompass the way I feel about you. But, hopefully, this gave you a little insight.

I’m still waiting,

Your forever girl