I love you. I love you. I love you. I know it has only been a year, but it happens. Life happens. I’m heartbroken that you can’t even look at me. I know you found out I liked you. If it wasn’t for me to act quickly, they would have known that it was real. I know your dating her. And I don’t blame you. She’s prettier, smarter, and better with you. I can relate to you. I wouldn’t have chosen myself either, if I was a boy. F****** damn it I f****** love you alright! I know you don’t like me and all but at least, have at least a little feeling. For at least a day. Or an hour. I love you so much. So you know what? F*** you. I’m moving on.