Text #12
Dear Justin. Ashlyn told me again. You keep saying you want to talk to me. Well, our lunch tables are only twenty feet away from each other. But when I look at you, you never seem to be looking back. You know where I sit, right? You always asked me to come and sit with you, when we weren't eating on the swings. But I've always assumed you knew where I originally sit.
I'm not obsessed with you or anything. It's fact that you sit twenty feet away from me. Because I used to keep track of that kind of thing when I was still crushing on you, before we turned into boyfriend-girlfriend.
Why am I still talking about this?