Extraordinary Boy

Jake,
I think it's safe to say that you're probably not on here, and so you may never read
this. Well, that's just fine with me. But there's some stuff I gotta tell you.

I remember when we first met. It was about 1st or 2nd grade. You always made these jokes that never made sense, and weren't even really jokes. But I always thought it was funny. When my mom said that I couldn't hang out with you anymore, you suggested that I do it anyways but without telling her. Well, I was reluctant to do so, but I was even more reluctant to lose you. So I lied to her, and we were still friends.

Then I moved away, and went to a different school. Thank God it was the same district, because at Deer Valley I saw you again. We never really talked there, but during the scary story I burst into tears, and you comforted me by telling me that maybe the ghost was just looking for someone to play with, not for revenge (after all- she was only 8 years old when she was killed).

Well, Deer Valley passed, and I missed you again. Sure I was embarrassed about how I acted, but I still secretly missed you.

Then 6th grade came. I was finally out of elementary school. I wondered if everyone from my old schools would remember me after all these years. Well, they did remember me, but in a sort of, "Hey-it's-that-weirdo" kinda way. I didn't see you much. I kind of forgot about you since Deer Valley. You drifted out of my mind.
Then, last year, you and me were in the same house (it's a Harry Potter kinda house, y'know, four for each grade group all named random things competing against each other). Not only that, but we were in the same homeroom, 1st period, and art class together. We really became friends. I liked you a lot, but I was afraid of your psycho-bitch girlfriend. So, I never made a move, and I always stood back, just the tortured friend on the sidelines.

Then summer came, and we were apart again. It gave me some time to think about you. I realised that I've always liked you, and that nothing's going to happen if it hasn't already. I've learned not only to accept that, but to appreciate the fact that we can be good friends.

And you haven't changed a bit! I swear, you're about the same height as the first day I met you. No joke! Well Jake, I'm glad we can at least be friends. I've missed you little buddy. I just wish there was a chance. Oh well. We were just never meant to be, I guess. And it would've been so perfect, too. I really like you, Jake. Hell, maybe even love you. Then again, what do I know? I'm just some dumb girl who's probably way out of her league. (anything with a pulse is probably out of my league) So, I'll take the friendship, and keep a little hope stored away in the back of my heart for later.

Love,
Skylar