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Hey Jude

  

Um, hi?

I don't think I can say, "I don't think you remember me," because this all just happened like, in these past year. But then again, it might be kinda rude not to say, "hi," when this is for you. So, hello, I guess.

Still, you might not have remembered some moments like how I reacted to shit you might've told me which you certainly don't recall, like at all, or the moments I, unknowingly to you, embarassed myself infront of your presence. Those little details to which I took notice of (which of course, you didn't, and it's totes fine) were the biggest things I might have to say.

Maybe you can say I chickened out because I'm not telling you all this in person, but would I rather be the shy chick who still got to spill everything through written word, then be the friendzoned girl who chickened out and said nothing at all?

Months ago, I wouldn't have the slightest amount of courage to say anything. Now, though if I still am pretty terrified to speak up or even talk to you sometimes, I thought, I just had to tell you. I had to tell you everything. Because please, I'm not letting you go as the clueless son of a bitch that you are.

AppleW