Hey,
I have something I need to tell you, and it's probably best just to say it:
I think I need you more than you need me. It's hard to admit, but all too easy at the same time.
It's okay though. I'll be okay.
However, I am scared of what happens next.
What happens after now?
Well, I suppose you'll get to go live your life, make yourself a happy family with a beautiful girl that will always make you smile and hold you down when you get too irrational. You'll be someone with something- and there is nothing wrong with you making a way for yourself. In fact, I hope the very best for you.
I know it's selfish to ask, or to say anything frankly, but I know that as soon as you walk through those doors dawning that cap and gown, I guarantee you forget me. Maybe we'll be those "once upon a time..." stories that you tell to your kids at the dinner table... but I don't think i've ever been overly important to you. It's okay.
I'm only scared because I need you now, and I'm certain I'll need you then, but you won't need me.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do when you're gone, when I'm alone.
I will have nothing to hold onto because I can't hold you back, you have your own plans... yet here I am... asking you to do that. To stay. To stay and care. Care about me.
And this letter is all because I need you.
I need you but you don't need me.
And i'm scared because I don't know what I'm supposed to do after you leave.
Sincerely,
a soon-to-be old friend
