Rach,

It's been two days of us being on good terms and, trust me, I couldn't be more thrilled. I love being able to talk to you and put up stupid pictures of one another (I will win) and idiotic links and videos. I missed that more than most things. And I'm looking forward to this weekend, no hidden intentions. Actually, my intentions are well known. No, I'm not over you. Yes, I want to be with you. Yes, I know you don't want to hear it. Yes, I will wait for the rest of my life if I have to. There has been something...big between us since the second we met. That doesn't happen to just anyone. Maybe I'm a complete idiot, but you were more than just my girlfriend. You mean the world to me.

What's shitty is that I can pinpoint the exact moment where I screwed this all up. You stopped trusting me. I never, ever meant to hurt' you. I am so sorry.

Yours always,
Lor