to him.

12;

Dear, You.

I went to the first kickoff game of the season today. I saw you playing and you were really sweaty.

But afterwards, you said that you'll probably quit because you say it's too much work and it tires you out. I can tell, you looked like crap after and people said you tossed cookies in the locker room.

I feel bad for you, that probably sucked.

It really scared me when after a while, when you didn't come out of the locker room, and an ambulance came and took you to the hospital.

I want to know how you are, but everyone calls me a geek and doesn't really like me, so they wouldn't tell me anything. I didn't ask, though. I know nobody will answer me.

Hopefully, I'll see you on Monday and you'll look perfectly fine and you'll be great and maybe we can talk and you would tell me what happened.

But only if you want to.

From, Me.