When I was four, I met you.
When I was nine, I finally became friends with you.
When I went to high school, we became best friends.
By our sophomore year, you were the one who made me smile.
By our junior year, I was in love with you.
We’re seniors now and nothing’s changed.
“If you love something set it free…”
You know. You’ve always known. You told me you liked me, but you would never do anything about it. After this year, we’ll be off on our own paths. Different schools, different countries, different career paths. This is the end of 11 years of knowing you. I wish it ended on a better note, but I can’t make you love me. I want to thank you though. You’ve always been there for me in a way i’m sure you don’t know of. Whenever i’ve been having a horrible day, you’ve been there and put a smile on my face and made me laugh without even having to try. Sadly, you’ve also been the one to take away that smile too many times. I love you. I always will, but maybe love means letting go.
-Anonymous.