Missing you

I do miss you. This, I admit. I miss you very dearly. If the distance was not a problem, it would have worked. I was very serious about my feeling for you, indeed, that is true. No matter how little time we spent with each other, the feelings were very true. It would have been much better if we had spent more time face to face getting to know each other, more time in each other's arms, more time feeling each other's existance, the reality of it all. More time for me to get to know you and for you to get to know me.

I wish you can understand how I wish we can be friends. Not just regular friends, but very close and very good friends. Good friends are so hard to find these days. This is probably for the best. I do not wish to loose someone as you.

I don't know if you will read this, nor if you will understand or take in anything said here. I don't know how you will feel about any of this. I don't know anything much, to be honest.

It's stupid how it is. I always manage to get a good deal of my work life in order, get my personal accomplishments up. Yet, when it comes to relationships, it's always such a wreck and such a mess. Prolly it's better this way. No one can be perfect.