i hope you still like green.
often i find myself wanting to message you, to ask how you’ve been, desperate to know. but i don’t want to hurt you, to have to bring back a memory you may not want. but i promise you, when i’m out of school and have the money, i will find you- and you will have the choice to take me or throw me away. it doesn’t matter, just know that i’ll never forget about you, and even if we don’t talk anymore, it doesn’t have to be the end.