Image: Two people holding hands, fingers interlocked.

Text: We were best friends. Then you told me you loved me. After a while, I realized I loved you, too.

But you got angry at me. Said you hated me. Wanted nothing to do with me. Wished you’d never met me.

It’s been over a year since then. You’re sort of nice to me now. Almost.

Then I had a dream. You were kissing me. We were scared, but you loved me, and that’s all that mattered.

I woke up and realized I never got over you. I still love you. Two years later, and I still love you.

Every night since then, I’ve dreamt of you. Just being together with you. But it can’t happen. It won’t. I just wish I could hold your hand again, kiss you, just once.

The worst part? I have a girlfriend. I like her, and she really likes me. But I don’t think I’ll ever love her as much as I love you.

This is killing me.