Dear Seth,

It's wierd. We were never meant to meet, or entertain what we had. I was young, and you knew better than to entertain my existence at all. And we kept coming back, on and off for 3 whole years. 3 whole years wasted of my life, and I still would take you back if you just said hi. I don't need an explanation or something grand to win me back, just a simple message would do it. As sad and pathetic as it sounds. I think if I were to ever see you in real life, I wouldn't have it in me to be angry at you. I wouldn't shout, cry, accuse, fight... I'd probably smile, actually. Laugh too, maybe. And I'm not poet, and this isn't supposed to be romantic or cute. I'm not sure what this is supposed to be at all. Something and nothing all at once. That's how I feel writing this. It's pointless but means so much to me, and nothing at all-all at once. September 15th. Red and black. And that stupid rock band I hated for no particular reason. The blonde hair phase. I didn't forget anything, and I begged God in prayer to let me. To forget you, completely. That something so great would come along, I wouldn't even remember your name. I wonder if you even remember my name, and what I look like. I could describe what you look like, somewhat. I'm slowly forgetting now. Oh, our silly inside joke literally no one but us found funny. I'll use it to sign whatever this is off