i won’t be here for long, so here’s what i have to tell you:
i love you, and you don’t know, and that’s okay, because i’ve come to terms with that. i’ve come to terms with the fact that sooner or later, you will find someone who makes your heart beat just a bit faster and makes you trip over your words, and that person won’t be me. and i know that sooner or later i’ll get over you, and then i’ll do the same thing all over again.
it’s okay. it’s all okay.
but what i’m scared of is that when i come back - and i will come back, don’t you worry - you’ll be a completely different person. a worse person.
please, please, i’m begging you. don’t become a worse version of yourself.
don’t let it steal your happiness. don’t let it ruin your smile, don’t let it make fun of that sweater you wear every day. and most of all, don’t let it steal your desire to make everyone feel wanted.
please, s, please. please don’t let high school ruin you, and i’ll try not to let it ruin me either.