Sure I adore you. I always have. You're handsome and sweet. And always seemed to understand me. But I've never liked the way girls throw themselves at you. Or the way you always got what you wanted. But you liked that about me. The way I never gave you what you asked for. And that I never threw myself at you. You told me it was endearing. And that you respected me. And I respected you too. And I was honest with you. I told you I enjoyed the company of other girls more than I enjoyed the company of men. And you told me that didn't matter and that you liked me all the same. I told you I got scared and that I didn't know if I could go on. And you told me you cared for me and that I could tell you anything. So I told you the offer extends both ways. And then you graduated and I moved away and even though I don't see you anymore I still think of you sometimes. The boy who made me smile in a dark time. The boy I actually truly loved. Not necessarily in a romantic way. But in a way that I knew that you were meant to be in my life for a while. And I'm happy you were.