Me.

 I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I still want you. But more so, I still hate you. You’re something I’ve always wanted but never had. And when I finally have you, I suddenly don’t want you anymore. You’re the epitome of happiness, the pinnacle of every person’s dreams. And yet, your presence makes me uncomfortable, like a black elephant trying to hide among a flock of white sheep.

The less I see you, the more my heart yearns for you. You’re the harbinger of unfathomable happiness. You’re the charming temptress of the innocent. You’re the ephemeral dream of the ages. You’re the reason I can’t sleep at night.

You and I haven’t been spending much time together this senior year- not with the insane amount of stuff I’ve been doing after school. It seems unfair really: you always have time for me, but I never have time for you. But once these hectic college applications are over, I guarantee we’ll get well acquainted with each other in the coming months. We’ll be the best of friends, closer to each other than thunder and lightning. We’ll be the greatest duo of all time, more tightly knit than Romeo and Juliet. We’ll be bonded more tightly than any triple covalent bond, as inseparable as the earth and moon.

In that short time, I’ll never forget you. You’ll always be there in my heart because my memories of us will greatly outlast any indomitable test of time. In the darkest of times, I’ll always be able to look back, and reminisce in those fleeting yet blissful moments. I’ll be rewarded with a small chuckle at all the times we’ll have.

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To all the free time my HS life has never afforded me,

   I’ll see you soon.

Love,

-Quan