It’s 2:48 in the morning, I don’t know why I am thinking about you right now. But I really wish you the best, and I hope that one day you love someone as much as I loved you, only I hope it’s better for you than it was for me.

I’ll always love you, but I moved on, and that’s so good for me.

I wish we were still friends & could still talk about life and our beliefs about aliens and what not. I miss it, all of it. From my favorite colors going from green, to red, white and black, because that is all you wore. To my obsessive addiction to white t-shirts, just because of the way you looked in them. To listening to you go on and on about how you were gonna be the first doctor to wear jordans.

I wish more than anything in the world that we could have had something different than what we do now, anything other than this, because not talking to you is not fun and not even close to what I wanted us to be. I wanted to be friends with you because even though we weren’t ever what I wanted us to be, it does not change that you were so funny and had such an exciting personality and just overall a fun person to be around.

Maybe it was for the best, everything happens for a reason. I know that we both need to grow more than anything in the world.

I'm sorry for being the crazy sophomore that was in love with a senior, but I know it was two-sided at more than one point. I hope and pray to god that we will be friends again, once we are grown and everything is easier. I wanted to watch you thrive and I wanted to be by your side always, but you probably haven't even thought about me.

Now that I know you will never see this, it’s okay, because I got everything that I had been holding in, out. And i’m better. And I got better. Because I deserved better.