I'm tired of regretting stuff. Last year it wasn't the same. I don't wanna skip on things I want to say, but I don't wanna get Mel further away from me than she already seems to be.
Mel, everything I've said, about how much I've treasured you, about stars, about your eyes, your hands, everything, I've meant it. I still wonder where you are when I am not talking to you and wonder if you're okay, and hope that you are.
I really want to learn to do a backflip. Just so I can say that I did something I thought was impossible just because you suggested it.
I wish you knew of this blog. Or the other one. Or whichever.
I care about you too much.