Hey,
It’s been a while. I still think about you when I pass the stairs we declared ours, or the pizzeria where we had our first date. But you’re starting to cross my mind less and less each day. And although this is what I wanted for a very, very long time, it’s a bit scary. You were all that I knew freshman year, all I cared about for a while. I’m finally ready to let you go, but before I do completely… I need to thank you for a few things. So as overdue as it is, here you go.
Thanks. For the broccoli cheddar soup while I was sick—much better than the instant mashed potatoes you tried convincing me was good. For the bubble tea, takoyaki dates (guess it’s a good time to tell you I only pretended to like takoyaki because you loved it so much). For your endless patience while I ranted about the smallest things that I can’t even remember now. I wish now I spent those moments laughing with you instead. Wandering around the city, or even re-watching Game of Thrones. Your timely, well memorized quotes never seized to amaze me.
Thanks. For all those times you reassured me that I was beautiful when I complained about my thighs. For dancing with me in the middle of the night to make me laugh. My clumsiness was always matched by your impressive footwork. For knowing how to make me smile even when I was having a rough day. The unreciprocated way you can make me so happy by just being with me.
Thanks for just sitting with me during the times I needed someone the most. For the way you held me when I was sick, sad, tired of the world. Even if it was 4 a.m. For reassuring me everything was going to work out and be good, even when I was so sure it wasn’t.
Thanks for holding me till I fell asleep. Even with all my sleep talking. And kicking. For being home away from home.
Thanks for teaching me how to love. Thanks for teaching me how to be loved.
Love,
Coach