People say it takes a long time to really love someone but with you, it happened in a span of days. Up to now, I won’t admit it to anyone but I think I did love you in my own small, sweet way. It wasn’t because there was something incredibly special in you nor did I instantly feel butterflies when we first met. It’s because you treated me the way I felt I’ve always deserved to be treated and more. You opened my door, supported my dreams, brought me snacks to try, picked me up at home, checked up on me every day to see how I was doing, got worried if I arrived home late, talked to me endlessly about everything, listened to me when I had moments of crazy, noticed small changes in me and, most importantly, you let me be myself. I loved you because you made me happy. In turn, I wanted to do the same for you. You told me I was always “in between” things, but, with you, I never was. I was always sure, so sure. The problem was you weren’t ready and that your heart was not yet yours to give. I knew it would end sooner or later and it did. However, I am incredibly thankful to have met you. Now, I know what I deserve to have. I know that it’s actually possible and that it’s out there. I just wish it could’ve been you.