You are now my history. You made me smile. You made me laugh. I’m sorry to see you go. I’m sorry we didn't have our moment. I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to try. I want you to know that my feelings were confusing. I want you to know I wasn’t really sure what they were. I want you to know that they were there. I hoped you would've told me you felt somewhat the same. I hoped you would have stayed for longer. I hoped that you had gotten closer. That our conversations never ended. I am not heartbroken. I’m disappointed it didn't last long. That the butterflies in my stomach didn’t continue to flutter. I am happy I got the chance to meet you. To experience your annoying sarcasm. To get to know the soft side of you. To get to be your friend. But I’m not happy I couldn't be more. The feelings we had for each other were there. They were so radiant you could feel it through the phone. I could feel your smile through the way you talked. I’m sorry I’m your history and not your future.