I still love you. I told myself I didn’t, and for a while I actually belived it but now I know that this affection for you will not be that easy to escape. It’s like I’m in High School again. Your on my mind when I wake, the smallest things remind of you and throughout the whole day the thing I want most is to be close to you. You inspire me more than you could ever realize. You make me want to be a better person, a better man. I want to grow wiser so that I can teach you. I want to grow stronger so that I can protect you. I want to be succesful so that I can take care of you. I want to be the best man that I can be because I want to make you happy. I look at your pictures every now and then, not in a weird way but because I miss you and sometimes I just want to see your smile because it gives me a warm and happy feeling. I want to look into your eyes again. I want to see your smile, no matter how much you wanted to hide it from me, it’s beauty could not be contained and it always manage to reveal itself to me. I want to hold you in my arms again with your head on my chest like we used to do so that your vanilla scent can massage my mind into a state of beautiful peace and tranquility. I even miss your mom who you look just like. All these things I miss about you get me down because I won’t have them for so long but at the same time I look forward to the possibility of having them all back and more. Im waiting for walks arouond campus between classes. Im waiting for us to play with eachothers fingers like we used to. I’m waiting for days with our friends and night with eachother cuddled up in my room. But most of all I’m waiting for that moment thats been almost 5 years in the making. That magical moment when my lips meet yours and our hearts and minds unite in simultaneously in a feeling of both blank and bliss, so that you can see just a fraction of how meaningful our love can be in, that “brief” moment of ecstasy. My love for you is so powerful, not even two years away from eachother could break it. I know you didn’t feel the exact same way that I did. I know it’s been a while and you’ve possibly moved on. I can accept that. I know that we might not work out. I can accept the fact that we may not be right for eachother. But I refuse to live with the fact that there is more that I could’ve done to have you in my life.