I don't know where you are, what you're doing, who you're with and what you're life turned out to be like.
But I hope you're happy today. I hope you'll be happy tomorrow, and for the rest of your life.
Because whatever happened between us, I know deep down you have a good heart. I've seen that side of you. I know you put a wall between yourself and others, and now I understand why, because I do that too. And even though I still think you made some mistakes and were wrong at times, I'm sure you had your reasons too, just like we all do. And after all, who am I to judge you? I forgive you. Will you forgive me too?
You will probably never see this. If you do, you will probably laugh and think "he still isn't over me, wow". I am in Dublin, thinking of you. Yes, almost three years since we parted ways and I still do think of you. And I still do miss you. I will go to Trinity College tomorrow, my sister will go with me too. Perhaps in another life, it could've been me and you. Three years gone, yes, I still miss you.
I hope you're happy today, and I hope you'll be happy tomorrow, and for the rest of your life.
I've had other girls, but it was never the same. Yes, I really did love you, and who knows, perhaps a part of me still does...
Had much debate with myself about posting this. Some memories stirred up while I was slightly intoxicated in Dublin last weekend, and so I wrote. Couldn't bring myself to posting this until now...Essentially only decided to post to see if anybody else out there could relate..