Dear first love:
We were in second grade when we met, and I liked you a lot. It started with that pilgrim project and we were friends since. But we both know that the two of us wanted to be more then friends. In third and fourth grade I got over you. But you never got over me. In the middle of fourth grade I told you that it was for the best to stay friends, and I think I hurt you really bad and I never forgave myself. Even now. You moved two days later and I never saw you since. I’m sorry I was such a jerk and I hope you never forgot me… Because I never forgot you.