I’ve only fallen in love twice. Once was 3 years ago. And the second time was 1 year ago this month. I can’t even look at a picture of you without crying, K. And I would like to be your friend again, A. I think a part of me is still in love with both of you. Falling in love hurts so much. Falling in love means I had to tell you everything. Falling in love meant I knew everything about you. And holy shit, I fell in love with everything about you. Both of you were so different. But there was one common thread. You are the only two people to ever see my true heart. How fragile, ugly, and complex I was. I’m generally an open person with people. But you two know so much more than anyone else I’ve ever met. You two have never met eachother. But I’d like to think you’d get along. After all you two are the only ones who’ve ever made me like myself. And for that I am eternally indebted to you for. But it hurts. I was the only one who fell.