Suddenly every goddamn girl I know has a crush on you. And I'm not mad because you might get together with one of them. I'm not crying because you might fall in love with someone else.

I'm mad because then you have someone else to text when you're not able to sleep. I'm crying because then someone else will know you the way I know you. Because then you will open up to her the way you opened up to me.

I just don't want you to have what we had with someone else. I don't want to be replaced. That, whatever it was, was ours. It's not yours to share with someone else. I don't know what you felt. But it was something special.

That moment was three years in the making. And it was special.

What we had is torn apart now. But it was special. We were something special.