Haven’t seen you in six years and miss you everyday. There’s a good chance you’ve forgotten about me and are off living your life just fine. I’ll be fine but when I envision my ideal future you’re in it and I haven’t met anyone who’s come close to taking your place. I didn’t dare tell you how I felt because I’ve been wrong before and it’s blown up in face pretty spectacularly. I don’t believe anyone has ever loved me back and I didn’t want it confirmed for me that you didn’t either. The ambiguity and lack of closure I chose instead hasn’t been great either.