The saddest part is..

You'll never know just how much I really liked you. For the best part of three years, you gave me butterflies everytime I saw you. You made me smile everytime you talked to me. And the time you said we were friends then waved to me from your bus, it made my day. Without knowing it, you were the only guy who was ever that nice to me. We had fun. Like one time in english in Year 10 on a mufti day me, you and Jac were throwing things down each others tops. And on Year 10 camp, at nights when everyone was just hanging around doing nothing and there was a group of us all talking. And then back in Year 9, during the performance practice when Toby punched Daniel, your were by the door and saw that some of us were upset and opened it for us. Sitting next to you in science was the best. When I would doodle in class and you would always want to see what I was doing. I will always remember the day that you fought me for the piece of paper that Meghan had given me that said "J.W 4 T.E". The panic I felt when you were holding it in your hand. Or at the formal this year, I saw you and Tamara holding hands. I cried. How stupid is that?

You will never understand the impact you had on me.
Everyone knew that I liked you, yet I denied it. Until now.
If I had the guts, I would've told you.
But now it's too late.

It was important for me to talk to you again before I left Ellesmere, and I did. It wasn't much of a conversation, but it was something.

Sometimes I sit there, staring at your number in my phone, wondering if I will ever use it.

And the worst part of it all..
Now that I don't go to you're school, you'll probably forget I even exist. I won't forget you though..