Dear ___,
Look, I don't want you to leave, Okay?
I've spent three, almost four, years waiting. Waiting for you to come back. Waiting for the time where it'd be like we were kids, and I could see you everyday. ..Instead of waiting for holidays and only having you visit for a few days.
It hurt like heck when you first went away for college.
You left me.
By myself.
Alone.
Maybe I wasn't as lonely as I thought I was, but I didn't care about anyone else. They didn't matter. They didn't mean anything compared to you.
While you were away I did things I shouldn't have. I got in trouble most of the time, but I promise I never meant to hurt anyone. I was upset because you left and you weren't around to protect me, or guide me.
The thing I regret the most was lying to you though. I said, and promised, I'd be strong and I knew I lied the second you left.
You know, I'd cry until I was sick if ___ or ___ said that they talked to you, knowing I couldn't because it happen when either of us were away. Even ____ got to speak to you, but not me.
I was the age when I knew I was too old of a boy to cry and fuss over you. Even today, I'm too old to be acting this way. But you know, from back then, I liked to believe that we were the only two guys alive. Because to me, you're all that cared, and you're the only one who I felt would actually do something for me. Especially to see me smile. I know you love my smile, you say so all the time.
But I don't smile much anymore. Mostly because you're never around anymore.
And you know what, if you leave, you'll never see it again. How could I smile after knowing you'd leave again even after you promised you'd come back? What about those promises you made? About living together up in that house in ________ so we could always see each other? I was 9 at that time you promised that. So many years have gone by and I still remember. I know it wasn't even realistic, but just the thought of it...
And You just want to move away to Europe, for that stupid job offer you "apparently" turned down last year. Do you not remember how I felt, how I acted even when you said you were thinking about taking it?
Do you not understand that my life is embedded within you?
Do you not understand that I love you?
I love you way more than I ever should. There is a limit to how much I could love you. A limit that everyone knows they have when it concerns _____ ___ _______. But I don't care. I love you.
I hate that I cannot tell you that though. You'd always think of me differently, and I could never be as close to you as I've gotten all throughout my life. Especially those times when we were kids, and you should know what times I'm talking about.
It's hard enough not being able to tell you, but not being able to tell others is difficult too. If I told anyone else about my feelings for you I know they'd think I was joking, but I'm not.
I'm starting to question if I should tell you. Maybe it'd be enough to make you stay, or just enough to make you want to leave.
I did tell you once, that I loved you, but you took it as just the same thing I say. Hmm. Maybe I've told you a billion times then.
I just don't want you to go.
I can wait for special holidays when you visit, or the summers when your courses end. But if you were to go to Europe.. I'd lose you. You couldn't visit, and I couldn't see you.
I'm sorry I'm being selfish, I know this job means everything to you like you say it does... But I thought I'd mean a little more, even if it's not by much.
Just please don't leave me.
Stay.
So I can be with you.
I love you so much.
And I always have.
So please, for me,
Stay.
×- Dai.