In another life, I think we would be together. But I met you far too late.
And honestly, I’m glad you are here in this city. There’s got to be a reason you ended up here of all places.
Because I met you, I’ve learned about what I want in a life partner. And you may never ever know that it’s because of you that I came out. Actually, you’re never going to know. And that’s okay!
Two years ago I couldn’t stand the idea of me never being able to confess my feelings for you because of the situation. So much so, that I let myself not talk to you for nearly half a year for something stupid and petty.
Now, I’m okay knowing that I’ll never tell you how I feel. I don’t feel bad about it because for the past two years I’ve made strides to move on and find someone for me - just like you have someone for you. Also, wouldn’t it be weird for me to suddenly tell you that I’ve had strong feelings for you at one point after all this time? No thanks.
I’m glad we have stayed friends. I’m glad that the feelings I have for you are under control. And I’m glad that I’m okay enough to be a good friend to you (or an “okay” friend, at the very least).