Dear... Jon
I know the chance of you ever seeing this is so low but one day I hope you read this knowing I always loved you.
I’m so sorry for hurting you. I could feel it when we said our final goodbye to each other at the bottom of the stairs. We both knew that hug lasted a little longer considering we were “just friends”, but that last night was magical.
You were always so good to me - such a gentleman. You held me when I cried and would always check on me. You walked me home. You gave me your jumper when I was cold. You even gave me your shoes when my feet hurt. I didn’t deserve any of that. Those nights in the flat when we’d stay up late talking til the early hours of the morning were my favourite memories from uni. I’d get lost in your ocean blue eyes as you’d share with me secrets that you would never tell anyone else. No matter who my parents choose for me to marry, please know my heart always belongs to you.
You have been my first thought in the morning and last thought at night for two years now. I can’t get your strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes out of my head. It kills me every time I see you now and I have to pretend we are just friends. Just strangers with a past that no one else knows we had.
On the rarest chance that you do read this. Know that I love you, Peter. I hope you see this one day and know that it was always you.