You know that day you told me how you thought you were in love with me? That you were anxiously waiting to tell me how you feel? Well, I was feeling that way too. Iβve been feeling like that this entire time. Iβm sorry I didnβt tell you in the moment. I didnβt know how to process it. I still donβt. But you make me feel so incredibly different. Itβs uncomfortable, uncanny and here to stay. You make me want to be a better person in the hopes that we make something beautiful.
But whatβs really holding me back isnβt my fear of intimacy. Or the fact that Iβm completely avoidant. What holds me back from embracing this newfound love is her. I look just like her. My middle name is hers. We have the same interests, the same smile, the same everything. I understand youβve known me longer than her, and that you liked me before you even met her, but I donβt know. Iβm scared that you only like me now because you see her in me.
I appreciate the rekindling of our friendship, it means so much to me as it does to you. But Iβm afraid of these feelings we have for each other. I really do like you. I would go as far as to say I love you. But Iβm scared that you only love me because of her.
Iβll say what I would like to say to you here.
Being around you is such a privilege in my life. I understand that you think youβre indebted to me, but honestly, itβs the other way around. Youβve shown me that Iβm capable of a love that I donβt want to run from. You are so generous, and hilarious, and incredibly handsome. To rekindle with you has been such a rollercoaster, and I never want to get off. I just hope that you like me for me, and not who you see in me. I really really like you. Itβs making me freak out. I donβt know what to do with these feelings. Iβd like a life with you.
But naturally, I canβt bring myself to say this to you face to face. Even if you wear your heart on your sleeve.
I like you so much. Iβm sorry Iβm scared.