You know that I love you. And you know that you love me. Yet you choose to deny both. Everything I say is negated by you, by some minor, insignificant thing I say or do. It always happened this way before; I never thought it would with you.
I always promised myself I would never fall in love with you. But I did. And it's not the type of love I thought it was after all. Not to sound cliche, but I guess I never really knew "real" love until I met you. You taught me so much, and I need you more than I'll ever know [as I rip off a Thrice song].
I've done so much to hurt you, and you don't deserve any of it. I'm sorry for all I've done, and I don't ask for your forgiveness, because that would be too much. I just ask you to understand why I did what I did. And understand that I love you, no matter what and I'll never forget you, no matter what.