It’s weird; before I met you, I pictured myself alone. I pictured myself to have many lovers, even though I’d feel empty inside. I would’ve been content. I would be involved in the world, maybe politics. I didn’t want a “forever” love. But then you came around. Of course, that’s how life works, isn’t it? As soon as we become content something happens and shakes it up. It makes me uncomfortable... the way that you changed my view on relationships. I always felt forced to be with someone and didn’t know how couples did it. I hate that love can hit you at the worst times. By worst, I mean right before I finally escaped the town I had been dreading for so many years. I was so fearful that something would happen and we wouldn’t make it. Maybe on my end, maybe on yours. I told myself I would be okay if you left me, even though I knew deep down I would be broken. But here I am, 200+ miles away, and I still love you and long for you just as I did when we were 2 miles away. He doesn’t know how I feel, I don’t know, maybe he does... in the way I look at him. But I don’t think he’s ready for my true profession, and that’s okay. Maybe I’m still worried he will leave me, but if he does, this love will be worth it.