First message
I hated it. Being called a “kid”. But more importantly, I hated when someone called me it in front of you. Becuase I knew you didn’t think anything of it. You thought there was nothing wrong with it. Becuase you thought it was true. But it wasn’t. It really,really wasnt. I was so much more then that.I was the same person who dreamed about you since the day I met you.The same one who remembers your laugh,and your smile,and the things that make your eyes light up.I love you.But no one understands