I must sound so melodramatic.

Everyday I wake up and I'm thankful at least you're not completely ignoring me, that you still treat me as a friend, speak to me, entertain my rants.

Then I remember the times where you would wake me up at 1a.m. after you finish your work so that you could cuddle with me for the night.

I remember the first time we kissed, how I felt on the inside, and how I would never want to let go of that moment.

I remember when you hugged me back, and held me in your embrace.

I remember the times when you told me you wished things were different, that we had a fighting chance in this world.

I wish I didn't, but I also remember the struggles I saw in your eyes, the guilt, the pain at times. How it hurt me so, and how I had hoped you could be free of all of it. Hopes I had for what we could have.

I hope I'm not the only one in this relationship, or whatever we had. I hope that at the very least, for whatever times you did what you did, that they were out of true feelings you had for me.

I hope that you loved me.