Dear you,
You know, I really liked you, but, now I wish that I had never spoken to you in the first place.
You made me feel special, and even desirable. I hadn't felt that way for a long time. In fact, I had been feeling pretty low for a while before you came along. But after you appeared, I felt a little happier. I was kind of glad that someone actually thought that I was attractive in some weird way.
People called me stupid for talking to you, but, I still did it anyway, because, talking to you had made me feel content. In fact, I received so much ******** but I tried not to care.
I knew all along that there was never any chance of me being happy with you continually, but, I shoved those worries to the back of my head and tried to ignore them. I tried to forget about the age gap, and the distance too. I ignored all those people who told me that you were bad for me.
Only now do I realize what an idiot I have been. I pinned all my hopes and desires on to one person who was technically a stranger. I wasn't even special to this stranger - I was just someone who had taken his attention for a short period of time.
I hate myself for being so emotionally invested in this. I hate myself for becoming overly attached to people. I hate myself for being stupid enough to like you.
Now, I just wish I could take back everything I ever told you. Every worry. Every dream. Even my name. I seriously wish I had never told you my name.