Trevor, I had never been able to say this to anyone but myself, but I love you.
You don’t even know that I like you.
Since 7th grade to be exact.
Now we’re in 10th. And I see you in the hallway and it sure gives me hell.
You seem to not care about me anymore.
The last time we talked was in October, when I wished you happy birthday.
Months have gone by.
But you don’t care.
You didn’t even tell me happy birthday when December passed.
That made me realize that you honestly never think of me.
It upsets me.
I feel like we had something for a while but we never admitted it to each other. Then you found her. And I was now nothing to you.
I mean, you asked me to dance with you at formal.
I was so nervous, my hands were shaking. I’m sure you noticed. It took me three times, three, to place my hands in yours the right way.
That was such a great night.
But you acted like that never happened.
I hope that you see this and you come over and tell me how you really feel.
Or at least text me, please.
I hope I’m still worth it.