Dear #######,
I shouldn’t think about you as much as I do. It’s no good for my head or heart, who often falls for the thought of you.
I think I kinda like ya. It’s nothing to worry on, I’ll get over it this year. Maybe I’m remembering you as someone you’re not, or maybe you’re simply not the one.
Maybe we didn’t spend enough time together to figure our we hated eachother.
I want to live a life where I can be with a girl like you.
Wish me luck, or just kill me – either works.