You better call me when you come to San Diego and you can try and convince me to join a Sorority.
I have the letter you wrote me under my bed. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you.
I was so excited when I read that, but now I look back and it's just like everyone else's. I thought I was special.
I am not scared anymore. Thank you so much.
You said you loved me. You kissed me on the cheek. You embraced me, just like a proud parent.
You not being at graduation left a void, an emptiness in my heart and a picture that should have been there.
You look beautiful in any color.
You used to be my role model. You used to be someone I respected and would talk to. I wanted what you had. But, now I know that you aren't even really happy and you have shared that with me, and I don't even want to visit you when I come back.
Your final hug you gave me was the tightest squeeze and you told me this wasn't a goodbye. Enjoy Utah!
Your inspiring words and goodbye speech left me feeling breathless. I love you.
If only I was better. But, nonetheless if I ever become a teacher I can only dream of becoming half as intelligent and witty as you.
If I ever become a teacher, I will do everything you failed to do. I promise.