Dear K

I hate this time of year. 7 years ago I met you and my heart has never been the same. Being 14, then 15, then 16 its hard to love someone with all your heart and never have it returned. Oh, you led me on to believe you felt the same way. You were 10 years older, but we were inseperable. Wherever you were, I wasnt far away and vice versa. People used to joke that we should've just made it official and be done with it. You got drunk one night and finally kissed me. I was 15 and overjoyed. But you quickly shut me down and said nothing would ever happen past that. I used to love our late night walks because I knew you'd kiss me goodnight. I understand you didn't want to go further for the risk of sexual legal problems. I'll never forget the night I was leaving to move home. We both wecre crying and you kissed me like I still have never been kissed. We kept in contact for about 6 months after I moved. One night, I got brave and said "you never felt the same way I did, did you." and all you could say was "no, I didnt" Youre married now and we don't talk. But you still watch all my snap stories and keep up with me on Facebook. I hate myself because I still love you.