You gave me the best summer of my life. The summer before I went to college, I wished that everything we had shared would never change.

We kissed on the bench in my backyard, in your car in the rain, at the movies...Then once I got to college, it was your apartment.

Back to summer; I can't think of better moments I could have shared with anyone else.

After my sophomore year, I didn't see you again. And I'll always think of the night you proposed, watching MTV, high, at 4am.

I will remember the way you used to look at me and tell me about our future children.

And I don't know why I've waited so long to tell you this. Two weeks ago when you visited, I was too sick to see you, and should have told you then. I can't come live with you; In some ways I've thought about it, but I just can't.

My original letter that I wrote in my head was for you to open this coming fall. To tell you that you would always be the one. Always. And that if anything ever happened, you'd be the first one I would call.

But I didn't send that letter, so I'm writing it now. So that's it, I guess you know now. It always has been you. It always will be you.