I am not exactly sure when I started liking you, but I believe it is before the fateful day of our little incident. What drawn me to you? I am not certain. Maybe your infectious laugh. Your talkativeness that leaves one empty when you leave the room. The sweet smile you give every time I pout when you tease me.
I remembered my heart skipping a beat when you shyly confessed that you like me too. But I just brushed it off, we were already on our third bottle of tequila. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking. I haven’t told anyone how I felt about you. I am afraid. It is not as simple as we hope.
I don’t know what the future has in store for us, but I sincerely want you to be happy. I don’t want you to lose your sweet smile and cheerful laugh. Also, do not pursue me. Forget about me. It is hard and it pains me but it is the mature thing to do right now – the right thing.
But please remember that I treasure every moment spent with you, no matter how short. You will always have a special place in my heart.
Let’s meet again, when the time is right.