Dear my 7th grade love,
I hate that we never worked out. Our timing sucks. We’ve done this dance, you liking me, me liking you. But never at the same time, never when the time is right.
I hate that you confessed your love for me the day before I left for college, because I loved you, too. I wish you knew that. I hate that you dated her when we could have been together. And I hate that you’ve changed now.
You were my best friend but I’ve barely spoken to you. You’ll find someone else at school, I know it. Thanksgiving break won’t be the same, or Christmas or even next summer…but I’ll be waiting.
I hate that you’ve done this to me. You’re all I can think about and I know how pathetic it is, I do. But I can’t help it and i hate you for that. I hate you for being so great and for being everything I’ve ever wanted in a person. You were always too good for me but you couldn’t see it. I wish I could be selfish and keep you to myself but I cant. I hate you for making me fall in love with you, but yet, I truly love you for it.
I love you I love you I love you. I’ll say it a hundred times over now. Now that it’s too late.
i love you.
sincerely, the girl back home