I remember at the beginning of this senior year. When we used to hang out at your house every weekend… I talked to you everyday. I told you a lot of things. I miss it so much. Now when I see your face I get this twisting turning feeling in my stomach. This knot of nervousness. I feel this burning feeling rush up to my head. My heart beats faster. I knew that I shouldn’t have told you… it always ends the same way.