Dear You

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Dear you,

Have you figured out who I am yet, Vicky?

You rode past my house earlier today with that bike that I gave you, and I waved at you from the tiny window in my bedroom. You acknowledged me, but didn't wave back, instead you smiled. I guess you didn't want to remove your hands from the handle bars since you'd lose balance, so I understand. 

You finally seem happier, and that makes me happy. I assume you're joyful because school is no longer a worry nor burden on you anymore. I miss you, though. I miss seeing you rest your head on the wooden desk as the teacher babbles on, and the way you'd play with your coloured gum, but if not being there removes the weight upon your shoulders, then I can live without watching you everyday at school.

I love you.

Dear you,

I had four people wave at me today and I waved back to none of them, so I'm not too sure on which one was you, but at least that gives me a tiny hint. 

I am happy, however that isn't a change of character since I've always been happy. I feel much more free without having to worry about school, although some days I do miss having the minor worries of a high school student. 

PS: I think I love you too.