I loved you. You loved her and that was okay. But when you finally looked at me the same way I looked at you, I got scared, backed out, ghosted you. I'm so sorry. I wasn't ready. I'm still not, but I didn't know that until it was too late. And now look at me, I've lost you, and it's all my fault. I was never the best with telling other people my feelings, but I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I still do, no matter how much I deny it. The way I thought about you every day for the last two years since we stopped seeing each other is one way to tell. I love you, I always will. Thank you for the memories, for the fun. I hope I can finally say goodbye to you just like how you said goodbye to me.