This morning you asked me something and I really didn't want to answer you because it made me feel like a horrible person.
You asked if I was trying to push you away like I did to everyone else at school, you know I do it because you've seen it happen and my make up started to run down my face.
"I don't try to," I said, "It just happens." which is true, but I think some people I wanted to more than I should be proud to say.
You, you are not one of them though, which is why I am here writing something else just for you, trying to make up for my mistakes and as always, it's just too little, too late.