To The Boy Who Loves Me,
There’s something you should know.
We have been romantic for three weeks. Yes, just three weeks. I know it feels like longer, but I think that’s because we talk practically 24/7. There’s something you should know, though.
You are too much for me.
You tell me you need me. It’s been three weeks. You SHOULDN’T need me this much. You told me part of the reason you were still alive and trying to reach your dreams was because of me. ME. How could you dump that on me? How could you tell me all these things? My mind feels drowned in your requirement of me.
Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want anything serious. Talking about living together, kids, marriage. . . Dude, I’m only seven-fucking-teen. Give me a break.
So I’ve decided that in two weeks, if nothing changes, we’re over. I can’t function like this. I can’t continue to live in fear that you’re gonna hurt yourself.
I’m sorry, but you’re too much.