Truthfully

May, I don’t know why I’ve been so blind. Or so stubborn. It’s probably more of the stubborn. I always enjoy seeing you, and our conversations are usually pretty fun. We’ve known each other for almost five years. I know I merely toyed with the idea of our dating, but I was more insistent of maintaining a strong friendship. Am I attracted to you? Have I been lying to myself?
I think the prospect of your moving to Austin scares me. I know you haven’t made up your mind yet, but it occurred to me last night just how much I’ll miss you. I know I’ve run out of time. Out of chances. But I want you. I can’t imagine a New York City without you in it. More importantly, I can’t imagine my life without you. 
Interesting observation from your roommate. She saw you and me talking, and she saw others seeing us talking. Did she really say those others did a double-take when they saw us, because we look good together? It doesn’t matter what others think, really. But I have to agree with the masses here: we could be a pretty hot couple. Celebrity couplehood could be the next stop for us.
I don’t know what else to say. Would you consider giving me yet another chance? I promise you won’t be disappointed.

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The truth: the guy didn’t write me such a letter.
The other truth: My roommate did observe others’ double-taking at us and told me we did look great together
Last truth: His friendly nudges did not go by unnoticed, and neither did his arm around me for longer than is deemed friendly.
For-real last truth: He’ll never wake up or get over whatever he needs to, so I’ll just continue moving on. As you were, nothing to see here, folks.

All in all, he really is an angel. I guess I’m lucky enough to know him.