F,

I dreamed about you last night.

I dreamed about you and I got to kiss you, cuddle with you and just spend time with you.

I dreamed about you and I didn’t want to wake up.

I miss you.

We were awesome, weren’t we? I mean we had this movie like romance that I just can’t shake. Sure, we were never in a relationship but what we had was still better than my other “legit relationships”. If only I would have  realized that when I gave you up. Truth is we wouldn’t have been able to make it, even if I did “choose” you. I had been/was involved with your best friend, my friends didn’t like you, you originally had a crush on my friend. What would we have done, really? Would it had been us against the world? Because that’s not what I want. Would we have kept on as we did, in secret? Because that’s not what I wanted either. We wouldn’t have been able to work it out. Even if I hadn’t fallen back into the arms of your best friend again, and hurt you the way I did. I’m actually amazed over the fact that you aren’t mad at me. That you can still talk to me. You’re simple, and I like that. I haven’t loved you, but one day I could. Because if we grow up and move away, then maybe you could be my reason to stay.