I'm going to use witty as a journal. So you can just like leave if you want. It's up to you. 

Dear Colin,
     I think it's about time I wrote you a letter. A letter you will probably never see. A letter that means a lot to me. What we have has never happened to me before. We laugh. We smile. We cry. We talk. Everything I've wanted.  I'm only 13 and I'm lucky to have you. 
    This isn't like a vow thing. It's just a 'I want you I know how much you mean to me' thing. You are just Colin. Your my gator. My baby. You hold my hand. You hug me. Or atleast you did. Until you had to move. To Florida. I miss you. So so much. I miss your freckles and your smile when you laugh and the way you look at me and just smile. Your eyes. The day you walked around for a full day wearing my heart sunglasses. You. 
     This is wicked chessy and gross but I don't care. Love you babe. I hope your having fun in Florida. At football. HAHAHAHA SUCKS FOR YOU. Bye Love. 

Love,
    Bandz