Poster:	neversent
Date:	2011-11-10 00:49
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

Dear B ~

I started out with a journal for this. Just a regular journal, a place where I could write down the things I never got a chance to say to you, a place where I thought I might be able to...get over you. It's been almost a year and I'm still writing. And for whatever reason, tonight I thought I'd create a community, just in case there was anyone else out there who had things to say. And maybe, just maybe, there's a small secret part of me that wonders if someday you'll find this and know.

I'm not ready for you to know yet, not really. It's stupid; if someone wanted to tell me that I had changed their life, that I had made them a better person, I would want to know. If someone wanted to tell me that they had loved me ~ that they still loved me ~ I would want to know. Whenever I was having a crappy day, I could look back and know that someone thought I was special, that someone had thought I was the most special person in the world at one time. That maybe they still did. But I can't tell you. Not yet. Because the thing is, I still love you. I've only ever loved one person in my life, and while you were the last person I expected, I wouldn't change a second of it. Well, maybe a second. There are regrets, which, I guess, is one of the reasons I'm doing this. There are things I wish I could take back, things I can't ever take back, things I want you to know. Mostly I want you to know that I still love you. I think I always will.

lovelove.