A.H

I'd wrote in the last page of your book:
I like like you, and by the time you read this I'll be over it. But just so you know, I'm very sorry I lied to love you only as a friend. I didn't. I love you as you are, as a lover, as a friend, as everything in a lifetime.

You would see this too late, but I guess that's okay, 'cause you wouldn't feel the same anyway.