I will never tell you that I loved you. But I guess I did tell you, once, when we were drunk and giggling and falling asleep listening to the late night traffic pass through the city.
And I guess I told you one other time — in that email after everything ended. That email that said all the things that I couldn’t say in person. Except it wasn’t everything. It was just the things that I could get down, the things that I had the courage to type and send.
There are some things that I just can never and will never tell you.
I will never tell you how you made me feel more comfortable in my own skin than anyone else ever has.
I will never tell you how much I needed you, needed our relationship. How much it meant to me to be with someone who respected…
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