Dear A,

You give me butterflies in my stomach and fire in my veins. You give me light in my heart and tingles where you touch me. Every day, I died a little inside trying to be who I thought you might like. Every day I died a little trying to be someone who I was not. But you never noticed, not even once. Only when I was alone with you was when you finally looked my way. Do you regret going that day? I don't. The words you said float around in my head on repeat when I think of you. I wish you gave me some thought.

Love, Olivia