It's been a year. A complete YEAR since I last saw you. I kept telling myself, "I'm happy. It's better with you gone." And yet, even when I was with the guy I left you for...even when I was single and lovin' it, I would always stop. And stare. And wonder, would things be as upside down as they are now if I was still with you? If I could run over to your place and let you hug me? Dry my tears? Make the world seem beneath me? If I could just let you hold me one last time and tell me things will be okay?

I remember everything about you, even before I saw you again. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, nose, lips, face. Everything. I didn't even keep a picture of you, and still I remember. I tried to black out my head everytime I imagined you with me. Yet, I recognized you on the spot. Only, this time you didn't have the ugliest buzz cut in the world.

But then, you still are you. You haven't changed. You haven't grown up. And no matter how many times I stop, no matter how many times I cry, I will never change who you are. And I know that. So I want...no need to let go. To forget all about the feelings I had for you. We're just friends. That's all. And...if, one day, you do grow up, you DO realize what I need...then maybe, that will all change. But right now...your still the little boy I remember. You may have gotten older...but you're still you. And I won't change that. I'll only wait. And wait. Even if I have to wait until I'm old and wrinkly, I'll wait for you. Because I know, once that little boy grows up, once that child stops taking and starts giving, he'll be the one for me. He'll be the one to grab my hand as I fall. And he'll hold me for as long as it takes because he knows...I would do the same for him.