This weekend I’ll finally see you again. It’ll be the first time in almost 2 months. In a way, I’m glad you were too lazy to write in my yearbook even though I begged you to. I hope when you finally look inside your yearbook and see I was the ONLY one who wrote in it you’ll understand what you’ve lost. I’m bringing Jacob back with me so he can see our hometown. I hope you cry like I have for all these months. I pray you can’t look at your surroundings without being constantly reminded you traded a year of new people for 2 years of your best friend. I guess you can say I’m still bitter. Mostly because I don’t understand how you could say I was all you ever wanted and then I wasn’t the next.