Remember 9th grade? Yeah, me neither. It’s kind of a blur. But I do remember that we were close back then. We’d talk on the phone and you’d let me talk to Abby, your little sister. ^.^ I remember her saying she liked me and like a little dork, I felt incredibly accomplished x). How old is she? Prolly 9 now, huh? Or 10. My, my does time goes by quickly. Oh! How about that time we were with Leslie and Mark at Mark’s house? Ahaha! Mark’s dog, us cock-blocking those two… I think Monte was there… I don’t completely remember. Flash forward to now. Now we barely talk. But let me tell you, when we do get the chance, even for a little bit, I love and cherish every second. I’m not sure what happened. What exactly happened to us? Why did we drift? I have this ugly feeling that it was my fault. I’m truly sorry for that. I’ve regretted it for so long. Umm… I’m not sure where this letter is going… I’m too scared to tell you these things in person…. But, I love that you open up to me when it’s just us two; I love that you care so much about your sister, enough to sacrifice school for her; I love that you walked me home that one day last year after getting off the bus; I love that drawing you drew of Alexa, it was really pretty; I love your humor, no matter how crude it is, you know you’re one of the only people that can make me laugh anytime?; I love how comfortable I am with you; I love myself when i’m with you; I love how kind you truly are on the inside; I don’t care if people say you’re immature, I say that you are just being yourself. But most importantly, I love you. Interpret it any way you want. All I know is, I love you. You’re an important part of my life. It took me 5 years to realize this, can you believe?