Dear Josh,

Okay dude. Straight truth. Remember last year in Ms. BF's class? All it took was for you to understand my POV essay and my mean-yet-very clever joke, and I was hooked. Do you know how many times I would try to erase you from my memory? Just to have you pop back in again once I saw you in the hall? How many blog posts written in your honor? Obsessive isn't the word. But I can't talk to you, and you can't talk to me either, or you just don't want to. It sucks. Everything about you and I last year sucked. Because there was no you and I. But I'm done. It's over. As if it ever started.