I’m in love with you. From the look in your eyes, to the way you notice the little things in my appearance. I love how you strike up a conversation on anything, just so you can talk to me. I love that you remember things I told you months ago, and bring up past memories. I love how you get either excited or nervous when you see me. I just love you.
But I understand that you are in love with someone else. I want you to be happy, regardless of what I think about her... I just don’t believe that it’s real. I know you feel something deep inside, and yet you can’t admit it. Perhaps you wish not to face the consequences, and I’ll never know what happens. To love you means to let you go, though I wish things didn’t have to end this way.
It’s time for me to find the love of my life. I wish nothing but the best for you.