Preface- Maybe this is cathartic maybe it isn't idk, maybe it's perpetuating the idea of FPs that are harmful, maybe it isn't, idk doesnt matter. I might do more of these if I like it who knows 

Sophie, I don't even remember how I met you, something about the swings in playground in the 5th grade. The way we talked and talked, and seemingly never got bored of each other without having very many common interests at all, just enjoy one another's company, showed me a friendship i had never known, for better or worse. I'd say you where the first one I truly loved, and it'd be true, but I know I never loved you in the way I now realize you did me without the naivety of a 10 year old. Rather not until it was too late. I remember when you hugged me when I returned from vacation, me a boy, you a girl, (how funny it is that now neither of us are either of those), I don't believe I hugged you back, rather nudging you off me, I assure you though I liked it, and if it was now I would never let go. It was one day in class, and to me now this sounds so silly, but you picked her over me for this project, and you two slowly became friends just as we had. I believe this was the first time I had felt truly abandoned, certainly not the last. I had the unusual urge to tear apart the drawing of a dear you had made me, a gift of pure love still unmatched today. I like to think our time together in some way shaped you as it did me. But I doubt you still remember my name.