For 2 years, I liked you. I liked you the instant I met you. I couldn’t get you out of my head, and I wanted to see you whenever I could. Even if it meant 5 minutes, it mean the world to me. I had thoughts of us being together, but also thought that somehow it could never really happen.
Somehow, we started dating and it was magical. Everyday that I got to spend with you was amazing, the small talks we had, the kisses we shared, the hand holding, it’s as if we tuned the rest of the world out and all that mattered was us. We talked about things to do, and places to go — we were excited, for each other and the future. We talked about how we missed each other and wanted to be around each other, even if it was for a few hours.
But, then a storm started rolling in. After only two months into the relationship, it started storming. The clear, sunshiny blue skies that we were always under, turned into a thunderstorm. Every little thing became a big thing, but as we had told ourselves “We can work this out, we can move forward, we don’t dwell” — somehow that all got all swept under the rug.
I wanted it to keep going. I was willing to look past all your issues, I was willing to put up with the moods and stern conversations at times. Because I knew that once we got past that, you smiled, and it made me smile — and feel happy.
But now, I don’t know what’s happened to the girl I fell for. And I know you fell for me. You told me you cared about me, and I still care about you. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but always know that I’m going to love you. Even if you hate me, I’ll still love you just the same.