To you, the words I never sent.

There are many things I wish I had done differently with you. I wanted to be able to hold your hand without having to ask, to laugh together, and to sit close to each other.

I really enjoyed touching you and caressing your skin. I also loved our thumb fights; they were entertaining and adorable.

I wish we could do more of what lovers do—playing with each other, snuggling up, and simply being together.

You disappeared for a month, and that’s fine—but all I ask is to be able to get closer to you. Why do you feel so distant?

Can we please have a date, just the two of us, where I don’t feel like a bother?

There are so many things I don’t know about you. And the more I want to know, the more I feel deprived of that knowledge.

I love you. I really do.

But why do I always have to second-guess my worth to you?

What are you embarrassed about? My appearance? I can’t change that—my genes are what they are. My personality? Tell me what it is, and I’ll change.

I just want to be loved by the person who is my boyfriend.

I love you.

I love you so much that my chest hurts.