I have to tell you that I know deep down in your soul that you love me too. There's a part of your heart that is reserved for me. I'm not looking at the stars or the moon or destiny or fate for this admission I'm getting out of you but I can recall the countless times the different ways you have tried to get in contact with me even after we've agreed to shut each other out. They all still take me by surprise to this very day.It’s a weird thought to me, even I can't admit it to myself that you love me without feeling I'm wrong. But I know the love is there, it’s very hard to explain, it even may be very small, but I just know it’s there. You have contacted me after a many a fight, and you told me you needed me. That there, told me something…that we had something strong, something solid.
Always though, there is this thought that maybe we aren't just meant to be. It’s still foreign to me, the thought of us being together and its true I don't expect us to be (but sometimes I blush a very deep pink at that embarrassing thought because sometimes I do think it). We always have the worse timing and keep going back and forth and missing our opportunities.
However, deep down in your heart somewhere, I know that you love me, or at least loved me at one point in your life. I hope that one day you can admit it to yourself. I might need to wait a while, but I'm prepared to wait a lifetime for those three little words to sink into your heart: 'I loved her'.