There’s so many of words I haven’t uttered, which I deeply regret. You’re my first love, maybe not my first kiss, but my love. I wished we were doing better for when we were together.

At least in this lifetime we stuck together, not for as long as i would’ve liked, but y’know.

I suppose i never told you why i love you. Not only because of your laugh, how you giggle or slightly snort at something stupid. I love how you carry yourself, not physically but mentally. I love how, when we first met, you were so excited about sharing your interests. You didn’t seem to be bothered if I thought you were weird. I love all of these small details that perhaps other people didn’t notice.

I talk, or well… I used to , lol, about you. A lot actually. Mostly good things. My friends said that I was over heels in love with you, I suppose I was. You were the one thing on my mind. I love you so much, honey. If you’re still reading this, can we stay together?