this is for you maddox but i remember when our teacher used to call you by your middle name. that was two years ago. it should have stuck, i miss it. two years ago was when you didn’t treat me the way you do now. i should treat you like you treat me, but saying “i hate her” to my friends won’t make me like you any less. i’m glad we have break, but i’m sad at the same time. i guess i shouldn’t take the time i have without you for granted. i don’t think i could hate you if i tried, but i’m finally moving on. maybe when we graduate, maybe in a decade, maybe when we’re both old, maybe never, you’ll know how i felt. and maybe, you’ll have felt the same way. maybe you’ll be oblivious and you’ll hate me still, and the idea of it will disgust you. you probably don’t think that me wanting you is possible, but it is, and i used to push it down like that would make it go away. now i accept whatever it is i’m feeling, and that might me moving on. i like a girl you know, someone you’re friends with, and she’s never been anything but kind to me. i would say that, in another life, you could be like her. but i won’t, because i’m not bitter anymore. i’ll see you in a week, linda. anyway, don’t be a stranger.