I barely knew you and maybe you're right... maybe I was scared. Maybe I didn't let us work... and maybe everything that happened really is my fault. I let you go, and I thought it was the right thing to do... but now I'm not so sure. And maybe it's too late for me to be telling you this... but I feel like I need to anyway. I don't know what this all means... but I DO know that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I met you (even when I started talking to Andrea). I also know that I miss you... that it kills me to go a day without talking to you... and I haven't talked to you in two days. I know that you make me feel like who I am is okay. You make me feel like I'm okay. And I know that I never questioned whether or not you wanted to be with me, because you always made sure to tell me every chance you got. I know that I was sure with you... sure about who I was, and who I wanted to be. I know that you made me smile... whether I was thinking about you, talking to you, or with you. And I know that I'm sorry. I know that I'm sorry for hurting you... I'm sorry for letting you go... but most of all, I'm sorry for making you feel like you aren't good enough for me, because you are. You were willing to do anything for me... and I took that for granted. I never should have done that. You're with someone else now... and you're probably happy. At least I hope you are. You deserve to be.