Text #25

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Text #25

Dear Justin. The game. It's going right now. I can't see you in the crowd, but I know you're here somewhere. The dance is later. We're not winning the game. I don't care about the f*cking game.

Ashlyn has gone to get us drinks.

I have to tell you this now before I lose my nerve.

I never ever stopped loving you. Ever. I wish we could go back to the way things were. I wish we weren't strangers. I wish I would've kissed Elliot but at the same time I'm glad I didn't. I wish you would've looked at me more times this year, before today. It would have made every one of my days if you'd looked at me.

Justin ... I don't know what to say.

Please don't go to Stanford. Please I want to turn back Time God. I want to go back to three years ago when we met.

If I could restart my life from three years ago, I would not change a thing.

I love you Justin.

I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry you don't love me back.

I'm sorry ... these f*cking messages didn't help me at all.

I'm sorry I hate you.

I'm sorry I love you.

Goodbye.

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