to the boy who stole my heart many moons ago...

so i've decided to do the one thing i never thought i'd do... tell you how i truly feel.

it's been five long years, and guess what? i'm not over you. i probably never will be, actually.

it's amazing how one little moment completely screwed shit up for me... again. there's been a few of those moments in the last five years, but none of them had fucked me up as badly as this last one.

it's hard sitting around, wondering if i screwed up by trying to suppress those feelings all these years, but then i think... would you have responded to them positively? would you have felt the same? or would you have given me the same crazy look youve always given me? i think i wouldve been hurt either way. i guess i just regret never really trying...

so now i'm stuck here, feeling miserable... staring at your vintage polaroid camera i got you for christmas... as it takes up space on my bookshelf, much like the thought of you invades me.

and i'm pretty much ready to pour my little heart out to you, because it will lift a tremendous weight off my heart... and there's no possible way this could hurt me any more.