4/24/17

There's this boy that's had the key to my heart heart since we met and he doesn't even know it. He and I have fallen apart recently but he's all I can think about. He and I don't talk. We never see each other anymore. It's like we are in parallel universes and the other is just a figment of imagination that doesn't exist. I don't know what he's feeling and I don't know what to do about it. I think I love him as more than my used-to-be best friend and I want him back in my life and I miss him like hell. I hope he at least still thinks about me too. It's hard knowing he's not going to be there to cheer me up and make me laugh when I am sad. To help me through the depression and anxiety. To keep me from doing things I will have no chance to regret. If you're reading this, you know who you are my teal haired boy.

4/25/17

I saw him again. He wasn't him, he was someone else, not the same. What happened to you? Who did that to you? There wasn't anymore of that light in your eyes, no true feeling behind your still magnificent smile. What happened to your hair? No more fun color? Just plain old black? Why? Did you change to forget? Or did you change to remember? Was it to get to know her and forget me? Do you regret me? I don't regret you. Those were the best years of my life, spending time with my favorite person on the planet in our own little world. I remember when you used to wear orange and I told you that you looked like a carrot, that was one of the best days we had together before you left. If you're reading this, I miss you my carrot boy.

4/30/17

I miss you so much. I think about you everyday and wonder what you're doing and what you're thinking? I know I sound repetitive but I can't help but to think about what might be happening to you. Do you remember me? Or did you Really forget? I guess I'll never know. To my favorite person in the world: I love you.

4/30/17

I know that my constant writing is unnecessary, but I just anted to say that I hope you're happy and okay wherever you are and I really do miss you. I think I can move on now. No offense, but it hurts to hold on. I'm going to stop writing to you now, but I hope you read this someday and remember.