It's the last week of school And I'm sitting here in bed crying because I'm scared. And I'm scared because you'll be leaving. And I don't want you to leave because you've been my hope and strength. I don't know if you fully understand either The way I look up to you. All the locked messages from you on my phone. The way my eyes scan the crowd for you between classes, just hoping to make eye contact; maybe to reassure me that you havn't forgotten me. Do you understand why I text you so much? I simply want to just talk to you. I feel like were not going to talk much soon, so I feel a need to get it all in now. Maybe if you don't fully understand why I do all that I do, think of the way you think about Bug. Now do you understand? I feel bad* Because I want to get you a really nice graduation present, but I just don't have the time to do what I was planning. And I feel bad because I've gotten mad at you when I shouldn't. And I've said things I shouldn't have, and I probably hurt you. So I feel bad. And I feel bad because I think I'm being selfish. Not wanting you to leave. Am I?
They say some people come and go and have little impact. Others leave footprints on your heart. I hope you know which one you are. You have changed me in a way I will never be able to describe. You have been a way better friend than I deserve. You are beautiful and you are going to go far. I believe in you. I love you. And I thank God for you every single day.