To the girl I’ve never dated,
I am an idiot and a coward. In other words, I am in love with you. From the moment we met, I was mesmerized by your soul and your dreamy eyes.
I love everything about you, especially the little annoying things you do. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m here reminiscing about the first time we ever talked. You were so shy, and I couldn’t help but stare at your pretty smile. We bonded over the fact that we have the same name. You are basically the tomboy version of me.
Months have gone by and the memories won’t fade. My heart was closed for so long, I didn’t realize it was finally unlocked.
You are the first person I’ve met in a long time that shares my obsession for Latin music and who could dance till the sun comes up.
Did I even mention how hot you are? Because you are. Lord forgive me, I couldn’t be in the same room as you and not imagine the things you could do to me, where we could do them, how long and how far. Just kissing you was an out of this world experience.
We laugh as if we are still seven. We both dream big and eat like pigs. Remember when we spent a whole day together and we both didn’t want it to end? Well, just being a few centimeters away from you, my heart felt lighter than a feather.
But as I said in the beginning, I am an idiot. I never told you these things. I should have. I could have. I can — maybe I will. But how?
You are now engaged to someone else. Someone that I have met and did my best to get along with. Someone you think was made for you. Someone you keep saying is too good for you. I haven’t seen you in a while and thought I would be able to bury all these thoughts and feelings deep inside of me. I guess I did not.
I don’t want to ruin your perfect relationship or friendship. I just promised myself to not live a life of regrets. I know you will probably never read this, but if you knew how I felt about you, would it change anything?