Dear You,

I love you. I wouldn't allow myself to love anyone, but you came into my life and made me love you. But I'm unsure. I don't completely trust you and I can't forget your past and what I've been told about you. I want so badly to just look past that and focus on you, but it's hard to because I know you have some of your past with you. I know you do because I do. I think we're victims of circumstance. I still firmly believe that right now won't be the end of our relationship and maybe I'm crazy, but I can't help it. I believe that one day, whether it's ten years from now or next lifetime, it'll be the right time for us. I'll be able to love you without hesitation because I know your past is where it belongs, in your past. I'll know because my past is behind me too. I know it won't work out right now. We're too young and dumb, but when we're old enough to give ourselves to each other without the destruction of youth and inexperience. It'll be almost perfect. Until that day comes, I'll keep my love for you in a little box in my heart, only to be opened when our love is almost perfect.