You were in class bickering with your rival as usual.

"Man, I'm gonna miss this." he chuckled.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Nothing. How about you stop arguing with me now and go do your work?" he said.

"How about you stop telling me what to do? Besides, you started it."

you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

You then sat down and put your head on the table, trying to sleep.

Class ended and you were on your way home.

When you got in the house, you put your backpack on your bed and noticed a note hanging out of it.

"What is this?" you asked yourself.

You took it out and started reading.

When you realised whose handwriting it was, your heart dropped.

It was your rival's.

"I couldn't get myself to tell you this in person, but I'm moving away tomorrow. I don't think we'll ever see each other again, so I just want to tell you one last thing before I leave."

Your heart sank more and more with every word you read.

"Remember that one field trip in 4th grade when I told you I really liked you?"

"I never stopped."