I love you. I’ve loved you ever since the night you were my shoulder to cry on, since our six hour conversations began. You became my best friend, even though I constantly warned you I still had eyes for him.
You didn’t care. A thousand people tried to keep us apart. They pushed me back to him. Regardless, you fell for me as I fell for you. Every moment with you is contentment. Each kiss set us on fire. We made love on levels that would make nirvana seem like a dime-store kiddie ride, but we have told no one.
He thinks I’m the one.
But I am your twin flame, your soul mate.
We’ll all be in the same place, for nearly a week, along with our feelings and those who try to distance us from each other.
I don’t what’s going to happen. You know how important my decision is. I know you won’t really understand if I don’t end up with you, no matter what you’ve told me. You willingness to sacrifice your own happiness for mine is saint-worthy.
Stay strong, love, for yourself. I am beyond even your prayers, if I can’t accept the feelings I’ve had for you all along, even if it was against all odds. Next month will seal our fates, one way or another.
God help me.