Dear Constantine
Do you remember when we first met because I do? I remember every detail of every moment. I remember exactly what you said, when you smiled and the look you gave me. Everything. I remember it all because its all I can ever think about. You're the first guy I've ever truly fallen for but I guess it wasnt meant to be. You're living one life and I'm living another. How is that ever suppose to work? The more boys I meet, the more I realise that its only you I want to be with, and I still cant accept the fact that we probably wont even see each-other ever again.
I know I should stop dwelling on this but I cant, because I can not imagine ever feeling this way about anyone again. You were never suppose to mean this much to me. I was never suppose to fall so hard, but you know what? I did, and that is the truth. That is what keeps me holding on, because it hurts like hell to let you go.
Australia • 22 years old