Hey there,

You know, I really thought we had something special going on, but I guess I was wrong. I can remember the day we met. A family friend told me about you. Those were the days when I was younger, more unaware - the high school days when all I could dream about was escaping to your welcoming arms. When I would count down the days until I could leave those dimly lit halls and venture off into the unknown, and meet someone like you. But wait - you truthfully didn’t want me in the first place.

Don’t get me wrong, you sent all the right vibes. You acted so excited for me to be a part of your life - in the way you contacted me all the time, sent me voicemails and emails and even phone calls. Now there may be some great reasons for you pushing me away, maybe you had too many others on the side you thought were better than me. Maybe I wasn’t ethnic enough or just not your type completely. Maybe my grades and SAT scores were too low for you and made you think that I could’ve done better compared to all the others off in the world, or hell, maybe you even thought that my extracurricular activities and sports weren’t strenuous enough for you. Despite all these reasons, the truth is, we'll never truly know.

So I let myself get my hopes up, and I went and got adjusted to the future with you in my life - all the fun times we would soon have together. Nice long days hanging out, study dates, football games, but you never saw the scenarios that I did. And off I went on a never ending cycle - until I got that letter. You let me wear your sweatshirt, and place pictures of you and I on my wall, and I even went to visit you once or twice. Naturally I was devastated when you didn't feel the same way. No, that's probably the wrong word - my world as I knew it was shattered into a million pieces.

I can't help reflecting on our times together. When I told you everything about me- all the way down to my social security number. I answered all your ridiculous questions that seemed completely irrelevant to our relationship, and I even wrote things for you to try and convince you that I was good enough. And then I sat, patiently waiting for you to decide how you felt about me, only to get rejected by a simple letter.

But here's the bright side: I didn't need you after all. I found someone absolutely perfect for me, where each and everyday I am happy. So screw you and your high standards. You're not that cool anyway.