Why do we always find our way back to one another? Torn apart, broken, separated – it doesn't matter. After everything, it always seems to be you and me. Do you feel the same? Or is it just me? Is this us being each other's destiny or is it just me struggling to move on?

Lovers come in and out of my life, but I know I can't offer them sincerity because they're honestly only distractions. Distractions to keep me from thinking of you. But in the end, when I'm alone, you're the one on my mind. You're the one I think of always. I romanticize the memories, yes, but is that really the only reason why this flame refuses to die?

You broke my heart, so I'm not blind, yet this hope burns that, in the end, it's you and I. As pictures of you flutter around on my walls and scatter across my bedside table, I replay memories and old conversations. I come to the same conclusion over and over and over again. I love you.

Forever and always, I'm pretty sure I'll always love you. I can't be the only one who feels like this, right? Can you swear that you don't feel something too? When you see me, when we talk, does the past not penetrate you? Or is that a door you've managed to close? If so, that's . . . That's okay. In a very selfish way, I just want to have you in my life.

Respectfully, I have – and will continue to – accept whatever decision you make about us. From the beginning, you meant the world to me. At one time, I thought I meant the same to you, but that didn't turn out to be the case. You just want to be friends, and I'm okay with that. Why? Because, while it was magical, the relationship was rocky. The friendship, however, has always seemed rock-solid. For that, I am thankful. But still deep within me, there's this yearning for more. I still can't seem to stop loving you.