"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It’s been almost two years now, since I told you how I feel about you. I’m sure you probably won’t ever see this…but even though that may be the case, I’m going to write this anyway. I wasn’t in love with the idea of being with you. I was and still am in love with you. We don’t really talk anymore, we drifted apart, just like we said we wouldn’t do. But I still love you. I still love your smile, the way you laughed about almost anything, the way your hair smelled. It’s been almost two years and I’m still crying, wishing we would have had our chance, wishing I would have kissed you the night we stood in the parking lot talking to each other till one in the morning. I miss your hugs, I miss catching you look at me when no one was watching, I miss the cute little messages that lit up my phone. I kept the messages, I can’t bring myself to get rid of them. I still listen to sledgehammer every single day, because it was our code word. I would give up everything in my life for you. In a heartbeat. I wish things would have gone differently. But they didn’t. So now I’m in tears every night, wishing you would text me that you were still in love with me too..