Love for a Granola Girl

I miss driving out somewhere along the water and kissing you, in your car, for hours at a time. Remember the last time in PPPark? It felt so loving, so much caring in our closeness.
You said you would come back that evening, but never even called. It’s been a couple months now.
I know you have some heavy anxiety and commitment “issues”.
You have someone here who wants to be there for you, and take care of you (as you take care of me too, when I need it). When we’re together I feel the potential for something fulltime and amazing that we could do together.
I only emailed you to let you know I hope you’re okay. I’m very happy you’re having a great go right now. You deserve it.
I don’t know how long it’s going to last, but seeing your reply made me see how much I care for you. I would give anything to tell you, and hope you could finally accept my feelings for you (and you let yourself feel your feelings without anxiety or guilt), but I know the only way I can show you how much I care is to never cause you pressure, and not be in your life.
Life’s too short, Granola Girl.
I hope the rest of yours is great.
xoxo —Bye Guy

This article appears in Oct 13-19, 2011.