You Should Know

Remember when we met?

You remember.

Love at first sight sounds too cliché, but I don’t care, because I’m dying.

Okay, I have a confession.

I knew who you were before I really met you.

I never told you that.

I knew who you were before Ryland set us up on that blind date.

I thought you should know.

I knew because I saw you at one of Ryland’s parties before our date.

I saw you and I asked Ryland about you the next day, because I was too shy to introduce myself the night before.

He told me about you and I was already infatuated for the most part.

Not in a creepy way, I promise.

I just wanted to know more about you.

I just wanted you to be mine one day.

He could tell, that’s why he set us up together.

I never told you because I was embarrassed, but that doesn’t really matter anymore.

But I promised I’d tell you everything.

So thank Ryland for me.

It’s because of him we met.

I don’t regret it.

I don’t regret anything except leaving you.

I’m sorry.

There’s this theorist I remember learning about back in college.

He thinks that we’re all split into two at birth and we spend the rest of our lives trying to find our other half.

So I wonder what happens when the halves separate a second time.

I don’t care about sounding cliché, because I’m dying.

But what do I know?

Maybe your real half is still out there somewhere.

Maybe she loves you more I do, but doesn’t know it yet.

If not, I always will.

I thought you should know.