It wasn’t until today, as I was driving home thinking about our coffee date next week, that I realized how much I missed you. How much, despite the effort I put into not feeling this, I still love you. That’s why all my relationships fail. Because no one gets me like you do. Because no one makes me feel the way you do. Because it’s always been you, and it always will be, no matter how much I try to fight it. I don’t care that it will be difficult. I don’t care that we live thousands of miles apart. Nothing can keep me from loving you, dear. Nothing and no one.
Hipsters on Broadway
Schroeder from You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown