It was near the end of the school year when I finally realized— Andrea wasn't mine anymore.
Not in the way she used to be.
Not in the way that mattered.
It hit me when I saw her at her desk, flipping through her notebook.
That notebook.
The one she had been so secretive about.
The one with the love letter.
I had almost forgotten about it.
Almost.
But when I saw her tearing out a page and crumpling it in her hands— I knew.
That letter was never going to be given.
It was over.
Whoever it was meant for, she had given up.
And for some reason— I felt like I had lost something I never even knew I had.