I wouldn’t be getting upset if I didn’t take you seriously. But I get
upset with me, you and us all the time. I try to think of me and you
happily but it hurts. I really liked you. I wanted to spend everyday
with you. You were my first real relationship. I know you warned me
and I understand that not every relationship lasts forever nor do they
turn out the way I would like them to. But when you gave me hope that
we would last, I couldn’t help myself. I tried to be the person you
love but really the whole time you knew that I wasn’t going to be him.
The part that hurts the most is that I really tried my hardest.
Really. But you knew the whole time. So did so many other people. They
even warned me themselves. I decided not to listen to them and keep
trying. So in the end, I know it is my fault for growing close to you
but its only because you gave me hope. I think about you everyday and,
to be real, I could see us together later in life. But never just as
friends. You should look me up once we’ve grown up a little bit and
you’re done messing around.