Dear Katy,
If only you knew what it was like to write another "If only you knew" letter. The first time I wrote one to you, I was certain that I loved you. Now I'm not sure anymore. Maybe I'm bipolar. Maybe I am just depressed. Ha. I don't even know what that means anymore.

But that's not what I wanted to say to you.

Do you remember how you didn't break up with me to get together with Kasper?
Do you remember me inviting you to prom?
Do you remember inviting me to live with you?
Do you remember feeling high on the phone with me?
Do you remember crying together in the middle of the night?
Do you remember saying "I love you"?
Do you remember me saying it back?
Do you remember missing me?
Do you remember the lying, the apologizing afterwards?
Do you remember laughing hysterically?
Do you remember sharing porn sites?
Do you remember sharing music?
Do you remember throwing up pills?
Do you remember me throwing up pills?
Do you remember going through anorexia with me?
Do you fucking remember , Katy?!
Do you remember… I do.

I miss you. I loved you.

And later, are you going to remember this letter?

Sincerely,
Megan