You loved me from the first time we met. And I was afraid to be loved by someone. I was afraid to fall in love. I was afraid that I would act like a dumb little girl. That people would talk about me and make stupid jokes about me. I was not ready for you. But you continued to love me. I kept you away from me. I was flirting with other boys, just to stop you from loving me. But actually I was looking for you. I left and I was thinking about you so much. And I realised: Instead of trying to be not a dumb little girl and trying to not fall in love I did the opposite. I missed you so much. And I wanted to tell you everything about my feelings. But I didn’t. I thought it would be unfair, if I tell you the truth. You were miles away. Now we haven‘t seen each other for a year. And I am feeling sad, angry and hurt. I feel like there is no chance for you and me, to come together anymore. Just because of me. There was our time, but I missed it. When you are coming back next year, I’ll move to another city. We’ll go to college in different citys. We‘ll start an new part of our lives. We’ll make new friends and the past is just the past.