Originally, I only wanted you for several selfish reasons, those being to have you as both my rebound and fuck-buddy. At the time, I felt no want or need to have you as anything more than that. But now, I have to admit, you've kind of grown on me. Maybe it's your positivity, your smile, your laugh, your easy-goingness, your understanding, that I know that you do actually care about me, I trust you will be there for me, or maybe it's the fact that I now realize you are 100 times better than the last one. Your nice body and cute face help too, but you're no longer a rebound or a fuck buddy. You are someone very special to me.

I'm sorry that I didn't see this in you before, that I was selfish and a bit of an asshole to you, thinking that you were just going to be another random girl I hooked up with, but now you mean so much more to me. I suppose that I'm still a bit fragile, somewhat jaded, and don't want to get hurt again. But, my dear, I am willing to give love another shot and really want to make it work with you. Dare I say it, I think I'm falling in love again. —I'll be fine, though!