dear terence.

basically, you're that one person, other than peyton, who's been through pretty much everything i've been through, and i apologize for making you go through all that shit that i've been through but yeah. i love your laugh. like the sound. and i love your sense of humour.

i met you. in grade 6. when i was with andrew and he was best friends with peyton & micah who were best friends with you and yeah. but we didn't really hang out until grade 7 and it all started with the fact that we had mandarin together and i was owning everyone in mandarin so you'd just copy my work book and shit. and nothing that important happened in grade 7, 'cause it was mainly like.. mandarin, rugby, mandarin, mandarin, mandarin, rugby, mandarin. and then kasumi. but like i wasnt really involved in that. but then, again, all our inside jokes come from mandarin grade 7, so i guess a lot did happen in grade 7.

and then came grade 8. okay, mandarin again. and it turned out to be a bad thing for you 'cause you are retaking that class this year and you dont know a shit you're doing 'cause i let you copy off mine. haha my bad :P anyways, so grade 8 was mainly kasumi, spring & steph for you. and this is where things started to get complicated and yeah. not gonna go into that. but basicaly, you + kasumi/spring was fine. i just didnt like steph but whatever. and i do think we became waaaaaaay closer in grade 8. which is good, because now i have you to lean on :) and then we had our little starbucks sessions and our little inboxes, which i still have, btw. and they just tell me things about you that i didnt know before and it amazes me, even now, that you went through so much stuff in grade 8. okay, moving on! 

SUMMER 09!!!! student ambassador shit. where kyle hurt me with the door & you had your cool amp and patrick wasnt there so i freaked out and we were stuck with bunch of new students and where you first met tove. OKAY DONE. 

grade 9. where do i start? soo august was normal, just back to school, catching up on what we did over summer and stuff. then... september. okay, dropzone didn't go so well. and you had your problems with steph, which was nothing new, but it still mattered a lot to you. and you tried to fix things but that just didn't work out. and then october, IASAS XC & VBALL day was when you found out things that you didnt need to know about, and then you went all depressed and shit again. then november was when we got together. and then december. we broke up. and im not gonna lie about this, but im not so sure if i made the right choice. but i was too scared to keep on going. and honestly, i do wish we hadnt broken up. i dont even know why i let you go in the first place. and i guess this counts as one of the things i could... go back in time and fix, but thats just simply not possible, so whatever. january! new years. my birthday :) sorry, totally off topic. nothing really happened in january. or no, i went to IASAS and i came back and i thought things were kinda different but it wasnt and you were spending more and more time with you band rathr than us so i wasnt really sure if you were still with us or not. but yeah. and then february. ehh not much either. just weekly swimzone and lunch. nothing in march either. or no, when was the "touche, touchet" thing? and then april, you left to go to the states to look for your new school and you found one :) and then you came back. and you showed me the lyrics to this song, by cancer bats, (HA i remembered what the band was called!) and you told me who you thought of it as. and we just hung out by the middle school science classrooms, like after swimzone today. 

okay, you are, officially invited to my wedding, whenever that is. and you're gonna give a speech, along with tove. and so that ensures that we are friends until i marry. and im gonna come visit you in pennsylvania and you're gonna come visit me in japan.

i love you. you're amazing. thanks for everything. i owe you so much, its insane. i love you. 
and heres a quick quote & i do hope you'll remember this because you've been hurt too many times.