in my young age i yearn for passion and love.

i am to be writing a letter to myself for me to open on my graduation day... 1603 days from now.
i dont even want to... but i know that i should.
im just scared to read it on my graduation day and be like, oh wow all this pain has stayed with me for four years... but i want to because there is an inkling that i could read it and feel, wow im glad that i am happier.

leah
ever
fought
a
grown
man?
no.
want
to?
yes.

they
are
usually
called
'step-mothers'
i
call
mine
the
'step-monster'

Remember when I told you that you don't scare me?
Well, i lied, you do scare me.
Remember the time, before we had dated, when we were
going to pretend to date, to see what my parents would say?
Remember the time that you cheated on me?
Remember the all the times i took you back?
Remember the times i spent day and night crying over you?
Remember the times that you said "i love you"?
Remember the times that we spent hours at the time on the phone, going through all the special memories we had?
Remember the night before valentine's day last year, when i gave you every diary entry about you.

If you dont, i sure as hell do.