I met you in spanish class and thought nothing more than "Hey a cute guy sat behind me." But when both of our worlds went to shit, we started talking more. Once quarantine hit I seemed to wait until you texted me back for months on end. You were the only thing in my head 24/7. I dreamt of you. I cried when you told one of my friends you hated relationships, not knowing I asked them to talk to you about it. I thought you would stop talking to me if I told you how I felt, but I had to let it out. I never told you how bad your rejection hurt. "I love being your friend but relationships are pointless in high school." That sentence haunted me for months. But I still held onto hope. I still do in a small part of my heart. But you'll never know how much it means when you send me pictures of your dog or asking me what I was reading.