Dear 16-year-old Me

You.

You're still there in my memories, in my [almost] daily thoughts. Who knew it could take this long? What have you been up do? Did you graduate yet? Are you dating? Do you think of me too? I wonder if you do, if it's as often as I think of you.... Could you know how much it still hurts and how much of my heart still belongs to you?

I half-feel you, see your face, your smile...sometimes wish you would appear at my door, but you don't know my new address. Would you drive here to see me? Would it be worth it for us?

So many questions that I don't know if I want answers to, but, in the least, I would like to know how you are and for you to know about me. Do you care to know?