i'm sitting on the plane right now. i'm coming home.
thinking about what i want to say to you is safer than writing this, but i can't get you out of my mind.
(this may seem like just another complaint of mine but i assure you that it's different)
in other words, this is my final, moral outreach
i get that you cant be friends with me. and i understand that i have been difficult and unfair to you.
for these things, you know i am sorry.
i blame myself for not trying hard enough and for letting you down.
whether i wasnt thinking or was thinking too much, it's too late to tell.
but listen to me:
you are a fantastic person. you are compassionate and thoughtful. you go to lengths that not even you understand their significance. you are smart and funny and you have so much ahead of you. and you told me yourself that you're not going to let anything get in the way of it. you stay away from things that you have no desire for. everybody should do that.
too bad nobody knows what they want.
i may be starting to sound like a broken record.
but i never know if i'm actually going to get to where i want to be
so i guess it's a lot easier when you start off somewhere you've already been
yes, i'm scared to love and depend on somebody so entirely.
yes, i should have put in more effort and not given up so soon, so easily.
and yes, i have thought about it every day since.
how do you really feel about me?
where does your mind go at night - when you're laying in bed; trying to fall asleep?
there's more.
you taught me how to feel safe again. you allowed me to feel safe.
you scared me hardcore with the 'i love you'
because i remember running away the first time
and maybe i'm selfish - but i'm all that i can be right now
i will never stop caring about you and i feel selfish for that, too.
because after what i did to you, i dont deserve to still care.
but that's just how i feel.
maybe i've just got a lot of growing up to do.
you drove me crazy. good crazy and bad crazy.
but i was okay with that in the beginning
we're both a little bit difficult
but maybe for a second or two we understood each other
i have a lot of secrets - and you have a lot, too
i wanted you to be completely and utterly real with me
raw and honest
because i know that you've never been like that with others
i wanted to be there to give you advice and tell you to smarten up if i had to
i wanted to tell you that i hated walking with you to chem,
and that i hated being grabbed by the waist.
but i couldn't.
because i loved that you wanted me and that you were happy
for the longest time, i felt like the world had turned it's back on me
and so, i turned my back on the world
and here i am today, begging for the world to let me back in
so that i can figure out what i want
i'm sorry for letting go, walking away, giving up - on myself, on us.
i know that i didnt do the best or most. not even close.
and just between you and me:
i realized how much i actually cared about you the very next day