Unsent Messages

Dear Noah,
I thought the last words I said to you would be it. The end. The day I walked into that class I wanted to leave just as fast. I don’t think we can take back the pain or damage we’ve done to each other over the years. It felt like a fever dream all the words between us, now it’s nothing more than awkward looks and unsaid feelings. I loved you and still do in some twisted way. I wish you would see this and think of me. I don’t think I’ll ever look at you the same, and it might be for the better. I was so blinded by you, I’ve spent the years being wrapped around your finger to only be your second option. I hope it hurts when you figure out now, that I don’t care and could care less about what happens between us. Sooner or later you know I’ll leave and for the last time. Also happy early birthday.