Unsent Messages

I loved you. You were my first, my only love.
We got to high school and you changed, so much. The boy I once knew, the one who used to make fun of me for being short, who used to tell me all your secrets, who used to eye me in class, was replaced by another boy. I don't know who he is, he is a stranger.
I miss you so much. I know we were only in middle school, but would it be too much to say you were my true love? You were everything I had wanted, family-oriented, you loved dogs and animals as much as I did, you were you. You were Michael.
You became an unknown face, you became one with the crowd. You let popularity take over your personality, it drowned your true self in a brew of nativity and selfishness. You moved from one girl to the other, you still do.
I miss you. Every day I think about your light blue eyes. I used to look into them and feel safe.
I think about your laugh, your kind of stupid, kind of obnoxious, kind of cute laugh.
I think of the way we used to look at each other. Like we were two hopeless romantics running away from our problems by just being next to each other.
Please, Michael, when you come back, when the real you comes back, reach out. Don't hesitate. I still love you, I really do.
Love,
S.F.