I've always missed the times were you made fun of my height or during spanish class when you would rest your head on the desk and I would play with your hair; you looked so peaceful. I miss those times but now I have to learn to let you go because I want to see myself doing something I know will make me happy. I can't always be running back to you knowing that you didn't feel the same way about me or even thought of reaching out to me; so now I know that I can't always rely on people to always be there for me. Goodbye.