A boy who I cared (care) about truly. I
don’t know why he pushed me away but I only hope he is truly comfortable with that.
I wish we could’ve watched
whatever Star Wars movies and/or series that you like and that you would’ve also watched my favourites with me. I’d have enjoyed it too. Whether you would’ve? I will never know.
I thought Till to be a
sweetheart and I cannot rid of the feeling that he truly is one - despite the pain he has caused me - I cannot help but care for him.
I, selfishly, hope the hours I spent crying in childish grief (to the friendship we could’ve had) could
make you feel a degree of guilt or some form of regret or
even remorse. And I wish I wasn’t likely to have been the only one out of the two of us who cared for the other.
I doubt I will come across another in that way, who I
felt as instantly connected to as I did to Till and I regret that I must’ve messed it up in some way; even if blaming myself feels worse as he is equally to blame in disregarding my attempts to only communicate with him.
All I wanted was to ensure that you were honestly okay.
Yet you only pushed me away.
