An Eight Year Old Journal

My first love. My first heartbreak. The last person I truly let in. And the only person who addressed me as his rose.

Here are the letters and emails I never sent you. Feelings I never told you about. Thoughts I've kept to myself. Our little secrets. The world we hid from others. And the love we once shared.

I hope this reaches you someday. I hope you remember how we once created our own world before we chose to tear it down. And I hope you remember how I loved you in the utmost sincerity and how I still love you in a way up to this day.

I hope you can have what you want in life, Angelo.