you are by far the worst person i have ever met and have more imperfections than i could ever list and you aggravate me to no end; but you know what aggravates me even more? the fact that i'm still terribly in love with you. i keep comparing your dumbass hair to wheat fields and sunshine and will probably keep doing so even though it angers me. i'll probably keep making playlists upon playlists using songs we used to send each other and ones that remind me of you (not really because if that was the case i'd have every cheesy song i've ever heard in there).
you texted me last summer that i meant the world to you. i don't know if you remember but that tiny gesture meant the world to me and so did you. maybe you still do but i'm not sure of myself anymore.
i'll probably never see you again after high school. maybe that's for the best - a lot of fucked up things happened between us and the silence of the past three months nearly tore me apart. but it wasn't all bad. there was a lot of good in there. like the way you trusted me with your serious issues and how you knew when i was mad and how when we hugged i fit perfectly under your chin.
some girl is really gonna love the way you give hugs from behind. she'll probably tell you some crap about how she loves your big hands and the way you bury your face in the crook of her neck. (it's not really crap. i know it's true.)
anyway, i hope you're doing good. i hope things are good for you and if they're not i hope they are soon. we both know that we have a lot on our plates this year. also i'm really glad we're talking again. maybe we'll see a band together for once. maybe i'll actually say all this out loud. i love you. i'll see you in a day or two.
- a friend (or something like that)
