I don't know who you are. I miss the boy who loved me. I can't remember what color your eyes are.
Sorry, I've always tagged along and you hurt me, so farewell.
I am mixed up in our regards. I don't know what anything means or if it has a meaning at all. I'll just wait, even if I'm terrible at it.
I don't like your stories, but Stasi speaks well of you.
Treat her well. She deserves it.
Thank you for supporting her, even if I don't like your petty alliances.
You are a better addition to a party, but not by much.
I'm sorry I can't harass you anymore. I'm not going to be in drumline.
This Romanticized idealism has to stop, even if I can't keep parallel with Kira.
I'm disinterested, but available.
You're interesting, but boring in text.
I'm glad you write.
Stay safe. Please.
You have stars on your ceiling. I miss when I idolized the boy who loved flowing water and flying things.
You're hot and philosophically awing, but I have my loyalties, oddly enough.
I wish we'd been better friends before and can be in the future. Being with you is pleasant, and I get to admire your idealized lifestyle.
Good luck next year. I am going to miss you oodles.
Good luck next year and the year after. You're a good kid and will be a better man.
I say things for you. Out loud, so that you can wonder about me. Comic books and LotR? Who is this girl?
I am perplexed by the why of this relationship, but that's not what it's about. Don't hurt her.
Uh... she's totally not what you described...
Man, you're my favorite (*wink* at Rose)
You're so alive. Please don't destroy it with heartbreak and recklessness.
Maybe you're a lil' creepin', but I still like who you are and will be proud of your grown up self.
I love you.
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