It kills me that you are perfectly fine. I wonder if you even think
of me as much as I think of you still. There's only two years till
I'm 18, which means two years and then we could of actually tried
being together unless you were all just a game. Even though we've
never dated you'll always be my first love, you were the first one
I feel for, the first one who has been there late at night just to
talk when i need it. I was able to tell you everything and anything
whenever and now I can't even talk to you. All I can say is I hope
you're happy. One day you'll realize how much you messed up and
when that day comes it'll be too late.
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