I Might Set Fire to This Later

⭐️ Dear J.

I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of where you will go after high school. Will you leave me? Will you pack up and go off to New York for college and only ever text me to say happy birthday or merry Christmas?

I don't want that.

I know it's not fair of me to think this way because it's your life and your life only but I can't help it.
I've known you since the 6th grade. That's a long (very long) time you know.
So at the end of our time together for you to just pack up and leave after high school like that would kill me.

I'm scared you'll forget about me eventually.
After meeting new people, new friends...
I can tell it's already happening.

I'm afraid.

No matter how I was feeling you always made me laugh.

Fuck. Now it sounds like I'm speaking at your funeral.

If it were your funeral it may as well be mine too.

Maybe I'll move on too?

I hope I don't.

I hope you never find out how much you really mean to me... that may not go over too well... if you know what I mean...

I'm tired and you're probably asleep already.

It's 3:00 in the morning.

I'll see you at school tomorrow.