Boy, you knew how to make a minivan look attractive.

There was never a better sight than to see you pull up in front of my house.

Signature Adidas climbing up my driveway.

Truth be told, studying calculus was probably the highlight of senior year. Maybe I should've said "studying." I loved watching you interact with my siblings and have conversations with my parents. Watching you was watching something natural. I couldn't help it, you were just so beautiful.

Sometimes I wonder how you feel about me. I wonder if I am just that girl you did math with and traded your music with. am I more than that to you?  Am I imagining  things? I don't expect you to love me that way-
if you don't want to. I want you to be my best friend and I want it to be real.

I miss you but I am scared to write you because I don't know what I can say. I just don't want to over share. I am scared I might slip how I really feel about you. I don't want to scare you away from ever talking to me ever again.

Stay, please. Don't leave me.

Please.

Your friendship means some much more to me that almost everything else (family first but I feel like you could be family).

I love you.
And I don't want to ever lose you.