"I wish I would have met you later in life. We really messed things up the first time around; we probably shouldn’t have even been together that year, but we gave it a shot. Now, though, it’s three years later, and I’m not sure what we’re doing. Hanging out, hooking up, whatever this is. It’s not exactly ideal, and yet, every time you text me, I find myself with you again. We’re never going to be together the way I want us to, though…the way were used to be. Maybe if we wouldn’t have screwed things up the first time, things could work for us now. Maybe if I didn’t meet you until now, we could have been together. Do you think that if we had met later in life, things could have worked out for us? I like to think we would have been better off that way. Who knows, maybe there’s still a chance for us now…or maybe we already lost it. A part of me is always going to hold on to that small hope that there’s another chance for us, even if deep down I know I’m never getting that second chance."
"I’m not his first, his last, or his only, but I’m praying that I’m his favorite. He might have cared for another girl before, & possibly will again, but I’m going to be the girl he cares for the most. He’s not perfect & I’m not either, but I’m going to be the closest damn thing he finds to perfect. He can make me laugh, & I gave him the most I can. He might not be thinking about me every second of every day, but I know I’m always in his heart. He’s gonna give me his heart, which I can break. And in return, I’m giving him my heart, that he can break. So I say, don’t hurt him & he won’t hurt you. Don’t change him & he won’t change you, & don’t expect me to give more then I can. Don’t over analyze, smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, & miss him whenever he’s not there. Because even though you’re not his last, you’re going to be the most memorable girl he ever gets."