[bitesize]

I think it's good that we don't see much of each other, because I still like you. I saw you yesterday properly for the first time since we made the decision to end things and since your grandad died, and we hadn't talked in a while. You have a new black coat and you look sad and pale. I miss smiling at you in the corridoors; I miss getting those little texts from you during class; I miss our little secret, wrong and dishonest as it was. I saw you yesterday in the London trip meeting, adn I realised I still liked you. You're so pretty, and so cute, and I really don't like seeing you look so sad. I want to hug you and make you feel better.
I'm really glad you texted me today, just so I could know that things between us are ok. It's going to be difficult to get over you, but I know that I love him and that I don't want to be with anyone else. It's going to be hard to be friends without being attracted to you, but as long as you're ok, and we're ok, it doesn't really matter.