Everything was wonderful. I know for sure I was happy, so, SO happy. You did treat me well, I think. K knew that you were kind and B knew how much you liked me.

Right now I'm wondering where that all went. My mood coasts from apathetic to melancholic. It's always fun to look back on how we started, how much you cared to get to know me, how you were always ready to come see me and how I was ready to see you.

I loved our movie and pizza nights. 21 Jump Street, American History X, The Notebook...

Your playlist in the car - Walk the Moon, Usher, Justin Bieber. I know it's not really "ours," since it is your ipod and what you listen to in the car, and so I can't say anything about you playing it in front of other girls. But hearing those sings definitely affected me enough to be classified as nostalgic. Not every song can do that. I love how you would always say that everything's gonna be alright and you should let me love you.

I know I was stubborn, thinking that we weren't going to last and that's why I was so guarded - and sure enough, I was correct. But I did think you were going to prove me wrong. I really was sure of us lasting at least one year.

How we would never want to get out of bed, even on school mornings, even when you had to leave Westwood to get to your own school. I would always be up in the mornings, studying a little bit, making breakfast, and us eating in bed. You were so grumpy and mad in the morning and only tolerated my waking you up because I brought you food. And then you would go to sleep again.

My couch. So many memories on that couch!

When you visited me because I was sick.

April 6, 2013 (what I gave is yours to keep.)

My apartment in general - the first time you wanted to really talk to me because you said we'd only been in contact while both intoxicated.

Our Disneyland dates.

Our double dates with K and B.

Fat Sal's drunchies.

Our bucket list.

Everything was good. I wish it didn't go away. I know you aren't the one for me but you were good enough to me for me to know what it feels like to be treated like a queen, even for a few months. You're quite a monster now, at least to me, even though we don't talk to each other. I know you're doing well, though. I always forget you're two years younger than me and you have so much left of college. I'm leaving.