I liked you for 2 years. It hurts but I know you don't like me back. You've changed me though. You helped me learn that making mistakes are ok. I miss helping you teach another student. I miss when we would race eachother. I never hated you even if I told my friends that. It hurts so bad but I know I have to move on. We're growing up now. Even if we're young, we'll be 18 in what you feel has been only a few months. I like you. Thank you for everything.