You and Jon were friends. Really good friends. Acted like a couple, without being together. You were deeply in love with him, but you were scared of relationships since your last one, that ended badly.

One night, he finally kissed you. But you panicked and told him it was a mistake, that you didn’t wanted it, and that you two should stop seeing eachother.

The next day, you apologized. But he was upset and told you to leave. To leave Winterfell. And you listened. But you wrote him a letter. He red ut in his chambers, as you just left outside but Jon didn’t know that yet. His heart stopped.

"-Dear Jon, I love you, I’m sorry. You were the best, but you were the worse. As sick as it sounds, I loved you first. I was a dick, It is what it is. A habit to kick the age old curse. I tent to laugh, whenever I’m sad. Stare at the crash. It actually works. Making amends, this shit never ends. I’m wrong again. Wrong again. {{user}}."