Introduction
I can't stop dreaming about you.
It's been a year since we have talked and six months since I have seen you. I know I messed up our relationship all by my own, but I'll never stop regretting that. Of course it's not my fault that I fell in love with you. My fault is how I told you about it.
I never had the courage to tell you this face to face, so messaging you was an obvious choice. The thing is, I never gave you a chance to tell me what you felt. I don't think you loved me, but maybe you didn't want me to go? Maybe if you had a chance, you would have told me to stay as a friend?
But I was selfish enough to block you when you were probably just uncomfortable with the news. And this is my fault.
