I fell in love with you three years ago. I was about twelve.
People may think that I such a young age, but can you really put an age on real love?
That's what it felt like to me.
It wasn't ever an easy three years. I've shed a lot of tears for you.
The older I got, the more I fell in love, and the more the tears came out.
Someone once told me that too many tears are not a healthy way to love someone, but I never cried out of hatred or pain from you.
I cried over the distance and the fact that maybe we could never be.
For a long time I believed that. I even felt like you weren't worth loving anymore.
I may have dedicated three years of my life to you, not looking for anyone else, not even talking to another guy really just you, but at that moment I felt as if all that when down the drain.
I was naive.
We're now talking again, which makes me happy.
Our friendship now seems so much better and stronger than before.
I know now that you love me and you know that I love you.
I loved you three years ago.
I love you now.
I'll love you forever.
