getting it all off my chest...

Dear Boy Who Shall Not Be Named,

Oops.

So, I like you. Funny, huh? I know, I'm about six years too late. High school is long over with and those nights we used to spend on IM rambling about nothing are long passed. I haven't heard your voice in years.

But the thing is, I always liked you. I just never really realized that's what it was until today. Forgive me for being an idiot. I had suspicions about how I felt and there was one day where I wrote you a letter confessing my feelings to you. I addressed it... and then stuffed it into my drawer with my underwear. I don't know, but it's probably still there now. I wasn't sure what to think of you. You were always the only boy I could really imagine being with and it freaked me out because I didn't want to like you. You have no idea how much you've frustrated me and made me smile over the years.

You scared me and frustrated me and when you told me you loved me I had no idea what to do. I know what I'd do now, but it's too late for that. But genuinely, I like you. A lot. Still. It's one of those silly little things that I should be over but I'm not. This isn't that awkward sixteen-year-old me you were in love with, it's the awkward 21-year-old me that you've probably forgotten all about. But if it's worth anything, I do have feelings for you and I always did. There. I said it.

I still remember the way you always sounded when you said you loved me. And I hope you know despite how awkward things were, I'll never regret meeting you.

Thanks for everything,
Danie