Wednesday was a beautiful time. I apologize for not asking to hold your hand. Lunch was a lot of smiles, Urban Outfitters was hip, walking around Mill was chill, and laying in the grass next to you was simply the best use of my time. I miss you so much. You told me yesterday that you plan on ending things with him on Monday. I feel for ya, but I hope you fare well. You wrote a song today and told me to watch a show, using cute eyes and everything. I’m infatuated, but I really do think I love you. Who knows? Time will tell.
And on this day, you went to LA. I’m not too worried about things anymore. You should have a great time.
You asked me about your relationship yesterday. I answered honestly, but basically implied you should break up with your boyfriend. I’m sorry.
I am basically a terrible person still. I don’t want anything bad to happen, for you to be sad, or for us to never work. It’s summer. And you are forever away, but I’ll try my best to see you. And I know my views won’t change for a while. Might take years. Might take forever.
I’m dying, I think.