If you are reading this, I want to say that I am sorry.
I am sorry to have gone on about you the way that I have.
I know it seems juvenile, to have developed such a strong attachment after only two months with you.
It's ridiculous to me, too.
But that does not make this longing any less real.
I miss you.
I really do.
You understood me in ways that nobody ever had before we met, and there has been no one since.
In the two months that we had together, you knew me better than any of my oldest friends.
I know that your feelings for me were likely never as strong as my feelings for you.
The way that you left hurt.
It really hurt.
But I understand.
It would be a lie to say that I don't want you back.
I would do anything to look into your eyes again.
But that is only in my own interest.
I am glad that you got out of this place.
I am glad that you were able to go on and live out your dreams and desires.
As much as it pains me to say it, I am glad that you left.
You would not have been happy with me.
I could have never asked you to stay.
I still miss you.
My desire to be with you is still one of the most powerful emotions that I have ever experienced.
I know that these sentiments are no longer relevant to you and your new life.
But I want you to know that I'm sorry.
The way that I have carried on about this has not been fair to either of us.
This is the last entry that I will ever make about you.
I don't want to talk about us anymore.
I wish you the best for the future, and I hope that your happiness carries you through the rest of your days as it did throughout the short period during which I had the privilege of knowing you.
I am finished.