I hate being best friends with you. When really all I want is to be your girlfriend again. I know it's my fault, and I was the one who had to move away. It feels like I’ve lost you in the process. I’ve lied to you, to make you feel better. Told you that things had changed for me too. That I didn’t love you like I used to. I do. I think I might love you more.
You say you can see us getting back together in five years, when uni is finished. That it was stupid to stay together now. I agreed. I lied.
I miss you.
I love you.
I want to marry you.
I’m scared that five years will change us. That you’ll find someone better.
I hope you’re the one.
