I just don't understand why you can't get it through your thick skull that's filled with facts about history that most teachers don't even know and your intense incredible love for drawing, it's always been you. it's been you since the summer before my eighth grade year and the summer before my junior year and all the summers inbetween and it didn't matter if it was four am or four pm or whether I was writing or swimming, it was always you. even when I was drunk and kissing another boy, it was you. when a new boy is kissing my neck, I wish it's you, and when a new boy tells me that he's falling in love with me, it's still always you and I can't even begin to imagine loving anyone else with blue eyes and a dorky smile besides you. and I'm really trying here to explain to you that even through you've repeatedly broken my heart and have repeatedly made me cry, you were still always the one that kept me from getting really bad again. so I know that you're off at college falling in love with a new girl every night but you need to know that it's still you for me, and I think it always will be.