Dear... My Morgan
I hope you’re having a good day and had a good night. It’s been 6 years, right — around this time of the year, that we met.
I developed feelings for you the moment you walked into my house. Thank you for such fun memories I’ll never forget. I think about the one single day we spent together, and I frequently think about the following weeks after I left home. I kicked myself hard, and countless times for not going back and betting on us. But even now that I look back, I still am not convinced I will ever be good enough for you. You are one of the most special people I have ever met, the connection we made was real.
I didn’t think it was appropriate to tell you I loved you just a few days after we met. But now I understand and accept that love is a choice. There is no timeframe or schedule for how it works, we only have the process and the decision to commit. I could have pursued my interests while committed to you. It would have been an option if I wasn’t too scared, but I was, and for a reason. In the most basic sense, you’re too cool for me.
Thank you for all the memories. You were a great friend, and I should have been one in return. I’m sorry for not fighting for you. I wish that someday I get to tell you that in the movie of my life, you’re the one that got away.
I love you, Lolo! I miss you a lot.