It’s even almost a year since we broke up, and my stupid 15 year old self is still crazy about you. People tell me I’m too young to know about love, and how I need to move on. They don’t understand what we had. I miss it, a lot. I’m writing a letter to you in a couple days and putting it on your doorstep. I’m trying not to get my hopes up. I don’t want to be disappointed. Things have been hard lately, with the school shooting and everything. It made me care about you even more. I’ve learned to never take anything or anyone for granted, and cherish every moment. I cherished every moment with you. I just wish you would give me another chance and believe me when I say that things will be different this time around.