By the time you read this it'll be too late. You'll never truly know, how in love with you I was. The way your smile made me smile. The way your eyes always smiled. The way you held onto me when you were near your friends. The way you showed the girls how lucky I was. The way you teased me. The way that smirk of yours got me all hot and sent a bolt of excitement through me. The way you pushed me to the edge, dared me. Made me break every rule my mother ever laid out for me. The way you always managed to make me feel pretty even when I wore sweat pants, a baggy tee, and had messy hair. The way you always forgave me when I did something wrong. They way you never blamed me. The way you didn't care who was around us when we were together.

         I miss the late night conversations from sundown to sunup. The pulsing race I got when we went out because I was scared we'd get caught by my family. The excitement you gave me. I loved sneaking around with you. Loved holding your hand. The feel of your skin against mine.
        I just wished we were lucky enough to make it through life together. Why did you have to go and cheat? Why did I half to go and move? Why did my heart have to break in two?

       By the time you read this it'll be too late. You'll have moved on. To a beautiful skinny tall brunette with big assets. But don't worry. I've always loved you too much. Sure if I thought I stood a chance I'd fight for you, but I want you to be happy. Just like when you thought I loved my best guy friend and you broke up with me, because you thought I'd be happier. I'll let you go so, so you can be happier. I only hope maybe one day you'll come back, because I think we were meant to be.