We met when we were 12 years old. We fell in love a few years later, and grew out of it a few after that. But I couldn't move on despite your urging. I couldn't understand your love for me was not romantic. I carried what I thought was your rejection for most of my life, crippling my growth and happiness, and often filling you with concern and sadness. All the while I missed the bigger point. Our love is permanent, but we are not. I'm happy knowing how deep my love went.