I saw you in Walmart the other day. It's weird. Almost 3 years later.

I feel stupid. I'm still waiting too. I'm sorry for what I did and how I handled it.

I can't even listen to some music because of you. Text me. You aren't blocked.

I hope you are happy for the rest of your life. I regret nothing. You were a great first love.

You used to call me "short stack". I've grown. In more than one way.