I still think about you every single day, babe. I hope you're doin well.
I'm dying in AP Calc AB... Take a wild guess where my math class is... Oh yes, room 730. I keep having mini panic attacks when I start hallucinating and seeing all of your stuff everywhere. Then I start freaking out and looking at everything in the room saying, "She touched that. She used that. We sat there. I fell there." :o)
I Love ya, babe. I have yet to find anyone who can even come close to being as good a friend as you have been to me. Thank you for taking the time to be my friend.
