I hope you're doing well. I remember the night you confessed that you "liked me" in the 8th grade. I was so happy and excited. But you taught me something. You taught me to never trust anyone. I am so happy without you in my life if you somehow find out who I am. I finished Middle School. I graduated High School and Now I am attending NYU. I know you always hated me moving to Outstate colleges and you hated the color blue, so I dyed my hair blue over the summer. I hope you're healthy and doing well. You taught me a lot. I've moved on for now. But I just hope you figure out who I am, so we can have a conversation again.