You know who you are. And if you are reading this, you will be able to tell this is dedicated to you.

I don’t really know how to talk to you, as I am a little socially awkward. You know how I always tell you stuff through stories and letters? That’s because I can express more emotions on paper. And this is another letter to you.

You have been my best friend since I was seven years old, and I think the feelings have always been there. I think that deep down, we have always felt the same, but we have always been too afraid to admit it.

I don’t know why we didn’t talk next year. I feel so stupid for not trying harder to be with you. I used to look at you from across the school courtyard, and I remembered the good times, the times where you would just talk to me, no matter what people said, what people thought. I hate how much everyone has changed, how no matter where we will go, we will get the stupid questions about whether or not we are ‘together’.

The entire school knows that I like you, and no one has even tried anything on you...until this year.

One of my best friends has started to flirt with you, and I cannot believe she has the audacity to try that. I know you two have been friends for a long time, and I know you don’t like her back. But I cannot describe how much it hurts me. I don’t know if you say nothing because you like me being jealous, or if it’s because you like me fighting for you, but you need to know that it hurts me so bad it makes me go insane.

People can see; the person in my friends group I am furthest away from can even see it. She tells me not to worry about it, but I cannot help it. Too many times I have lost the people I love, and I do not want this to happen to you.

I think what I’m trying to say, is that when it comes down to it, you should be with me, not her.

We should be together.