I think I was in love with you at some point, maybe even now. I’m not too sure. I loved how excited I became to see you but it slowly died out of me when I realised you don’t care about anyone. You don’t care about anyone to the point where it’s making me dislike you. I cried in front of you all and you said nothing and didn’t even look at me. I love how you sometimes call me kid. Even though I’m not sure when it will be, I hope I get to see you soon?