I hope you read this, like I hope you’ve fallen into the sea of cliche’s and love letters as I have. It’s pathetic, I know, but so is our story.
I’m not mad at you, but I am. I’ve never been so willing to forgive someone in my life, and that’s what scares the absolute crap out of me. I’m afraid of who you are now. I don’t know who you are, but I hope there is some part of you that remembers, even something stupid, like when you brought me a slushie at ballet when I asked you to ever so sarcastically.
I won’t be able to handle it when I see you again and find out all of the crap that I’ll guess you’ve gotten yourself into. That’s mostly why I’m so afraid. I’m not ready for something like that.
Anyways, just know that I’m not that psychotic brat that I was. I know that you don’t believe me, but I wish you did.
Best of luck to both of us.