Why is it that when love finds you, you’re not ready for it. And why is it when you realize that you’re ready for love, you find out that it isn’t ready for you?
It may be a mistake, a wrong choice or something I should’ve not done. But you know what, I’ve learned from what happened. I’ve realized a lot of things I would’ve never thought about before. I’ve become a stronger person by being able to let go and make sacrifices and say things that were difficult to say. My priorities became clearer. I saw who stayed with me and got me all the way here. Even some who I never knew had my back. I became sure of what’s really important out of all the things I have in life. And especially, I didn’t only learn a lot about the people that surrounded me but also, a whole lot about myself.. So you know what, I won’t ever consider what I did as nothing but a waste. Because for me it was much, much more than that.

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And I’m afraid I’ll always feel that way. Kind of make me wish I never let you in, in the first place and I’m kind of hoping you’ll eventually become one of the past that I end up forgetting about because I sure as hell don’t want you to be one of the ones I’ll always remember. But unfortunately, I think I will. You’ve already put an etch into my heart and I’ve only known you for a short amount of time that only included a short amount of interactions — but all too amazing to let go of. But I need to, because I see you’ve already done so with me. But if anything — if I do end up stuck on remembering you for as long as I live, my memories of you will always leave me with something of a bittersweet taste, just like you did with you and your never ending chase, that never got us anywhere, and had me running in circles for nothing, for nowhere, for someone not actually there and maybe only after so long I have realize it’s time to close that door and know under all that fun and mystery, we never meant to have much of a long-term history no matter how much my heart wanted one. It just wasn’t meant to be no matter how hard I tried to get you to see, but I know by now there will never be a you and me (although I have to wonder if that’s something I’ll ever come to finally accept.)
a story to tell,
i wrote a two page letter, front and back covered with words i couldn’t express aloud. i gave the letter to my best friend, at the time, to deliver it. my heart beat through my throat. the next day my crush stopped talking to me, i didn’t understand. my best friend told me she delivered it… two weeks later i found the letter folded in her dresser, and she said he threw it back at her without reading it. he didn’t like her, and thought it was by her. after that i didn’t talk to him and ignored him. he tried talking to me , and to this day we don’t talk like we did so long ago. grammar school stories to be told… i’ve changed. he’s changed.
— JLT

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