I finally did it.
I confessed.
I told you everything and got it all off my chest
I love you
but
I can't be with you because I'm with someone else,
I miss you. I wish I could be with you but all those times we were together were like going through hell and back again.
I don't know why I miss you so much.
You had your chance so many times and yet you sill screwed things up every time.
I miss how tall you were compared to me and how my head fits perfectly on your chest. And how your arms draped over my shoulders as we stood and kissed in the rain. I miss every little detail of you, and yet I can't figure out why because we weren't really anything special. But we lasted over a year, on and off.
I confessed to you the other night of how I miss you and miss being with you.
I cried my eyes out to you and you listened I think for the first time.
You told me that you want to be more than friends, but I told you that, thats all I can be. So I asked, "Will you be my friend?"
You said, "Yes."
You understood for the first time, that all I need is time and that I really do truly need you,
but just as a friend.
I confessed all the lies to you, and how many times I cheated back on you.
I cried so hard to you and said I "am" sorry.
You said it in return, too.
This was the first time I heard those simple little words come from you to me, that carry a lot of meaning.
Maybe you will change, maybe not. Maybe this is the same crap you pulled before.
But I'm willing to let you in again, just because I still love you and we both confessed.
