Dear Guy I like,

I know I’m a hopeless romantic, and I know that you might think that I’m waiting for Prince Charming to come and sweep me off my feet. But you’re wrong. I don’t want a prince, I want you. You aren’t everything fairy tales lead girls to believe a guy should be, but you’re all I think about. You’re all I want, all I’ve been dreaming about since I met you. (yes, really. since i met you. i liked other guys but honestly you were always in the back of my mind. i just knew i couldn’t like you so i tried to like other people instead of you. but i really did like them sometimes lol it’s just that i’d hate myself because i’d think of them and my mind would always drift to you. right from the very start.) You make me happy whether you try or not. The thing that sucks is knowing it’ll seriously never happen. I know when to stop trying. I know when to let go. I know when to move on. The only sucky part is “I know” isn’t “I can”. There is a huge difference. If I could truly put what I felt into words, I would. This doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel at all. This isn’t even a fraction of what I feel or think of when I think of you. I guess I just have so many mixed feelings, I confuse myself sometimes. I’ve hated you. I’ve liked you. I’ve even loved you. Who knows how this will end? Not me. I’m not sure of much anymore, especially when it comes to you. All I know for sure is that I will never forget you.