Do you ever think about us?
7th grade? 8th grade?
I definitely think about you.
Your skin, your smell, your makeup, your bed, your mirror, your house, your eyes, your hair, your lips, your freckles, your baby sister, everything.
I wish you thought about me.
My skin, my smell, my makeup, my bed, my mirror, my house, my eyes, my hair, my lips, my freckles, my older sister, everything.
I know you don't.
And that's okay.
But before we never see each other again,
and I know we won't, I need to say this.
I love you, always have, always will.
I hope you loved me too.