hey love, I know that I have never been your ‘type’ and I also know that I would make no chance with you, but i still want to get this shit off my chest. I love you. I love you so much. since the 8th grade, when you told me your ‘secret’, I knew it. I was the person who should make you happy. but you have loved everyone, but me. So here I fucking am, talking to you or myself I don’t even know at this point, on a random site at 2 am, knowing you will never love me or even think of me when you read this.
but you know what, lots of love, me.