We only had a few “dates”. We never even kissed. Twelve years later, we’re very close friends. I’m engaged, and have two beautiful children. She tells me she appreciates my friendship because she knows I’m just a friend. The fact is, though, I’m not happy in my relationship. I yearn to tell her that I love her as more than a friend. I want so badly to be with her, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out. I’ll never say anything to her: it would ruin both our lives, and we could never be together. So I say it on here, where no one will see it.

I love you. I want you. I’m sorry.