Draft Message.

To: S.

July 9, 1:00 pm.

We're in the middle of vacations. We're going to be seniors in August and I don't know if I'm ready for it. Hell, it's stupid to be writing you this since it seems like you have completely moved on. I get that. I understand that I have no right to think that you still think of me. I really do. But I can't help myself. There's this girl in the club I go to almost every weekend. She's blonde, she had those so damn familiar hazel eyes and a laugh that reminds me of yours.

Maybe that's why I noticed her in the first place. Because she reminds me of you. Maybe that's what caught my attention. 

None of them are like you and I don't think that there will ever be someone like you. I know that me saying this is completely late and overrated. I had my chance and I blew it only because of my stupidity and because of one stupid girl I thought was the one.

Turns out I was wrong, just like I was about most things in my life so far.