It's been months since we actually talked. About three. Maybe more, maybe less.
It's been years since we dated. A little more than two, but less than three.
If you're actually reading this, then you should know who you are. I just want you to hear me out, and let me know that you did read this.
I fell in love with you while we were friends and nothing more. Your hair, your eyes, your willingness to be yourself. The way we were around each other (when I wasn't being an ass, which was mostly at school). We had all these plans for after high school.
Then one of us asked the other out (I can't remember at this point, as much as I wish I could