So I hear that you shuffled around waiting for me. Waiting for me to show up and say goodbye. To say goodbye to you, my friends, and everyone. To leave forever from that place. But I would see you after the summer, at the new place. Where we could maybe still be. But what you don’t know Larkin, is that I wrote a letter. I wrote a letter to you, containing all my feelings for you. Everything I said was there. It burned in my pocket, a lot of people read it. And edited it, and helped it out. But in the end, I deleted all they wrote and made it mine again. Because really, I just want you to love me the way I love you. I wanted to give that letter to you, but I was afraid of how you would react. I don’t know why I was so fucking stupid, I was going to be gone for a whole month. Another country, away from everyone. But I was a stupid fuck. I should’ve given it to you, but didn’t. But I can’t change the past, but I can control my future. So Larkin, I want something more with you. I do, but I don’t know how you feel. So please, show me, tell me, kiss me, hold me. Because I’ve never felt this way, and I can never forget you. I don’t want you to be a “what-if” I want you to be a love.