Thursday, October 6th

I’ve always known that I loved you but there would be times where I would doubt myself. Times where I thought that we wouldn’t last or times where I thought I couldn’t be in a relationship with you.

We were in my room one day and we got in a fight. You were resting on my bed for a while and I started to put on my shoes and told you we should leave. You didn’t answer. So I pushed you a little to get your attention and right then & there, when my hand came in contact with your shoulder, was when I knew that I loved you more than anything in my entire life. I stopped being upset. It was like the love we had for each other overwhelm my bad feelings. It was like our love crawled up my hand and coursed through my veins. It was like nothing else mattered and the only thing that did matter was that we were together. I never told you what happened that day but now, I wish I did. That’s all I’ve been doing lately, too. Wishing that I should have done something or should have said something but I know that doesn’t matter now because it’s too late.