I know that you probably won't read this, by any chance of fate, I hope you don't read this. But I kinda do. I hope you don't find out about my feelings for you. Sometimes, I'm not even sure how I feel about you. I don't know why. Maybe because you've been the one constant thing I've known since I've moved to Florida. Maybe its that feeling I get when I talk to you, I don't really know. All four years, you're the only one who's still around. The first fríends I'va made have forgotten about me, even ignore me, the people who I've crushed on and others who've crushed on me and up and gone, but there you are, still around to talk to me and everything. I know we don't really hang out, and the most we've done is talk to each other, but... I want you to stay the 'constant thing.'

What I'm saying is that...I hope you stick around. Maybe, one day, I'll figure this all out.

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