It has been 3 months since the time I got aware of your existence. I was skeptic at first, but you opened up about your condition. For some reason, it didn't turn me off. It actually made me interested and drawn to you. I liked how open we were to each other, or at least I think we were. Whenever we didn't understand what the other has said, there were no hesitations to ask for clarification.
These past few days, however, I noticed something strange. Something that may have already happened to me in the past. I know you didn't want to talk about our past, but I think you should know where I'm coming from. I've been cheated on a couple of times in just a span of 2 years. Yes, same person. I know I was stupid enough to forgive that person over and over even when I knew what he was doing. It was tough, but I was able to move on. That incident scarred me. I think it will affect me throughout my life. And truthfully, I've been getting the same vibe from you these days. I feel like you've been too preoccupied with things or people around you which leads you to not having as much time as before for me.
I can still remember what you once told me. You said you won't do anything to hurt me. Is the case still the same right now? Or, do you always say that to all girls you've been talking to?
I know I've got no right to speak my mind. We aren't in a relationship. Though I say I'm contented with what we have, I actually want more from you. I want a commitment - an assurance that we'd be exclusive, that you won't be flirting with other people.
Yes, we haven't known each other for too long. I like you a lot. No, I think I have fallen in love with you. I did things out of my comfort zone to try to make you happy, to have more time to spend with you. I know I haven't really told you that I love you. Believe me, I've been dying to tell you. I am just afraid that you'd think I'm crazy because we haven't even met nor do we know each other that well.
I want you to open up more to me, to tell me your story. You surely have seen my family, I want to see yours. I want you to talk to me about the pictures pinned on your wall. I know you said they are good memories, but I want you to share me the story of each picture. I think they would help me know you even more. I know that's too much to ask, so I haven't really had the guts to do so.
Someday, I'll probably have the courage to say all these things to you. It might be too late by the time I've mustered up all my courage to let you know what I truly feel, so I hope this letter finds you well.