Sometimes I'll think of you at random moments of the day. I wonder if you still think of me the way I think of you. I feel as if I should hold hatred for you, but I can't. I tell myself, don't text back, he's only talking to you for school anyways, yet I can't prevent myself from doing so. I don't know if what we had can be considered love, I don't know what love is, but I know it wasn't nothing. I grew from it, I learned from it, and now I know. I know what to do and what not to. I want to thank you. I want you to know that you'll always have a special place in my heart. I can't ask that you think of me, or that we repair what was before, but please don't forget me. That's all I ask, because I know I'll never forget you.