If I had no fear, I’d tell you I want to be more than friends. If I wasn’t so insecure we’d probably be fine right now. I hate myself, because I really liked you. I wish I could just say all this to you. I want to cry because I’m sad, but I know we weren’t in love or anything, we were just talking…but talking to you was really nice. I liked going to school. I was full of butterflies the whole time, but I loved it. I smiled so much, and when you did cute things that a boyfriend would do I got even more excited. I could really see us together. I could see us doing all these things, couple things, and I wanted those things, so bad. My jealousy got in the way, but I’ll only apologize for the way I acted in response. I want to hope for a possibility of us, but deep down I knew it wouldn’t work out.