There are moments in our lives that we try to forget. We all have one. Your one of mine. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. I think of you, then my stomach does a little summersault. I am trying my hardest to get over you. The crazy thing is, we never even dated. I mean, you probably didn’t even like me that much. You honestly probably just wanted nudes from me. You probably took advantage of me. I mean you were probably talking to so many more girls. That is what you do. Or, you were bored, and you knew I wanted you. So. You took advantage of me. You hurt me. Again, we didn’t even date. We only talked for like one week. One week of you showing interest in me, hurt me. It is just the fact that you stopped talking to me, and acted like we were strangers. You just started to talk to some pretty white girl, which I am very much not. I wish I was. You don’t understand. I wish I can be your dream girl. I wish I can be everyone’s dream girl.
Now I just want to get something off my chest. I love you, and I’m trying to change that to loved. I want to get over you. As you can tell, I loved you so much that I’m writing this note at 10:29 PM. I liked you for a while, and when you showed interest in me, I flipped. I would always talk about you to A. It’s funny because that’s how you got your nickname. It’s our code word. Fun fact: I miss her. I stopped talking to her because of boy problems. Anyways, back to me confessing my love to you. I don’t know what it is about you that I like so, so much. You just made me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’ve never liked someone this much. I understand that I’m only a freshman, and there’s plenty of other fish in the sea, blah blah blah. I just want you now. Yet I can’t even love someone until I love myself. I probably only liked talking to you because it was only over the phone. I’m homebound so I wouldn’t have seen you at school. We never would have hung out, because I’m too insecure. I’m so insecure. I hate myself, so, so much.

Anyway. I don’t even know what the point of this was. I just love the idea of love so much. It’s crazy. I just want to love and have someone love me as much as they do in books and movies. I want to experience those things with you. We probably won’t talk again, and it will be awkward at school lol. I’m not going to expose you. You know all those things you said to me? Yeah. I’m not going to tell anyone. I wanna cherish the happiness you gave me. When we talked, I was so happy. I loved life. I loved the feeling you gave me. Well. I guess it’s time to say goodbye. I want to be over you. I want to stop thinking about you all the time. I want to move on. I’ll really think about it. You probably don’t even think about me at all. I wonder how you felt when I unadded you. Did you not care? Oh well. I’ll never know. Thank you for everything, and I hope we can both be happy. Bye.