year.

It's been one year. One year from the day you asked me out.

I fell in love with you.

And now there's nothing. You were my first love and nothing can take that away. And now- as I'm sitting here in the band room waiting for my brother at 3:43pm (13 minutes afer schools gotten out) who's playing guitar with a teacher (that I've just now remembered) and I won't get home until probaby 5- as I sit here with almost tears in my eyes and I think to myself- where did I go wrong?

I know the exact moment I went wrong.

June 27th, about 2:07pm, the day I broke up with you.

I've sat here and remembered things-

we had our lives planned out together; we were going to go to college together and get married the month after I graduated and then move into a small apartment before we had kids. We were going to go to your Senior prom together just to say we did- neither of us really actually wanting to go- we were going to do so many things together.

Your friend told me that you told him, "I'm set for life with her."

And now- neither of us have any plans together.

And for a long time- I didn't even plan on making it through high school- and now- I don't know what I'm going to do.

I'm sorry that I screwed up our lives.

I finally realized why I ended it- and I didn't mean to.

I'm so sorry.

It's 3:52 and I don't know what's happening.

I'm sorry.

I want to ask you if today has any meaning to you- if you remember what today would mark. But I can't stand the pain it would bring.

And besides- it's over. There are no feelings left on his side and it's over. I don't know why I still care so much- I really shouldn't.

I'm so sorry.

It hurts to think about you again...