I just want love. I want to be loved like I love others. Like I love Angel. Angel, please come back to me. I think you're a great boy, and you've made me feel so appreciated and understood, like I wasn't weird. You also aren't perfect like a lot of guys act like they are, you have problems deeply rooted into you that cause you to be the way you are, and I promise to love you through your problems. I just want you to realize I can treat you better than what you were treated like by your father and mother and other girls. I want to love you! I want to. And I want you to see that. I don't care if you're ugly, if you're "chopped", if you skip class, if you can't comprehend a scheduled day-to-day life basis, I UNDERSTAND. Because, I can see the trauma in you that I see in myself. I know that we fell off and we don't see each other much at school, and I know that you're older than me, and you will most likely move on and find another girl that treats you bad just to feel something, but I want you. Every single broken, rude, sensitive part of you, A . S . R .

Please, come back to me. Please let me love you in the way that you deserve even when you treat others badly because of your household. Stop pushing people away. Don't push ME away. Please. I can't say I love you in a girlfriend-boyfriend way, but I love you in a way that I feel like matters. I love you as a stranger, and I love you as someone that can be better than they are right now.