Dear Somebody,

It's been like 5-6 months already, but you're still stuck in the back of my mind constantly, no matter how much I admit I've moved on from you. The worst part is realizing we weren't even together, but what we had was real-at least, that's what I think.

I still remember the way your ears would go red whenever you tried to hold in your laughter, the way your eyes would shut closed, and the way the corners of your eyes would crinkle like crescents.

It's been so long, and as much as I miss you, I wouldn't contact you anymore. Although sometimes I hope you'd suddenly get drunk and break no contact. The feelings I held for you were, or are, more intense than anything I've ever felt before.

Yes, I was obsessed with you at some point-but not in a creepy, stalker way. It was more like, "I love how this person carries themselves." I was so confused at first because I didn't really understand what it's like to have a crush on someone. But then my friends picked out the pattern, and as much as I denied it and tried to distract myself, I found myself circling back to thoughts of you, and I started romanticizing you.

Although you weren't what I thought you were, you still made my heart giddy as if it hadn't been broken before. With you, I felt like I could talk my heart out and you wouldn't judge me whatsoever. And I was happy when you started feeling the same... but oh well, nothing lasts forever, does it?

I had to cut you off for what I thought was right. I've already been through hell from my past relationship, and I couldn't risk getting more destroyed over something uncertain. I do believe you were as genuine as I was.

Well... I still like you as much as I did back then-or maybe even more now, since I'm yearning like a wife whose husband left for war. But I don't have much of a choice.

So, as my final act of love, I'm going to confess everything here since you most likely don't care anymore and won't be finding this anytime in the future (I hope so... I hope not). I wish you the best of luck in your future. I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do now-or even more.

sc

P.S. I still listen to your favorite song.