Dear Autumn,
Believe it or not, but there was a time in our lives where we used to be friends.
It was throughout the first and fifth grade. Pathetic, I know, thinking that friendship at such a young age is a big deal, but it was the only real friendship I've ever had.
I remember how we used to do almost everything together, to the point where all the boys in our grade started avoiding all contact with me. They even started spreading rumors saying that I was gay.
If only they knew that I've never been more in love with a girl than when I was with you.
Hope you didn't forget me,
August