I was wrong.
Completely 110% wrong.
Everything I've said was wrong.
I didn't realize it until last night.
Until yesterday.
Until everything that had happened.
It took me awhile to understand why on earth I am so damn attached to you. I was the one being conventional. I was lying to myself, and probably to everyone who asked me about you. He had once asked me, why am I still holding onto you. We haven't done much, so I have no reason to hold onto you. But he was wrong. It doesn't matter what we did, what matters is the things I said to you. I opened up to you. I told you my secrets. I confessed to you. I haven't been able to do that with anyone. You understand me the way I want to be understood. You listen to me. You have always, always been here from the moment you met me. I am comfortable with sharing my stories with you. You told me from the beginning that I was able to tell you anything, and never will I forget that. All the things that I have done with him I had wanted to do with you. I'm not over you. I was never over you. I just never gave you enough credit. I was the one who was bad. It wasn't you. My negativity. The way I perceived the world. My constant tendency to make you worry.  I'm so so sorry. I don't want to lose you. Time and time again, I write things in between the line, and I hope you know it's all for you. I hope you KNOW how much you mean to me. I told myself I didn't want to think about my feelings for you, and that I had hid it away in a box. But I guess I lied about that. I never stopped liking you. And you know what, it sucks because the more I try to deny my feelings, the stronger it grows. And I think it's a little too late to stop.
You gave me hope.
You make me smile.
You make me happy.
I can't risk losing you.
I need you to stay.
Even if we're not together.
I need you to stay with me.
Please.
I love you.