I can’t believe it’s been years since I’ve seen you. Years. Not days, or weeks, or months, or even a year, but years – plural. I think about you every day. What particularly I think about changes depending on how I feel, but without a doubt, you cross my mind every day. I’ll completely lose myself in a memory. When I finally make it back to reality I think about how much you really mean to me. I think about what would have happened if I told you how I felt before you left. I think about what would happen if I told you now. It scares me – the idea of what may happen if I tell you exactly how I feel. It scares me more than loneliness.

I love you so much. I will always love you.