Dear Noah, I hate you. I hate the memory of you. I hate the color of your eyes and the image of your face that's stuck inside my head.
But, no matter how hard I try, I can't forget you. I hate that damn cottage. I hate that I can still smell you when I go in there, and I wish I could burn it all to the ground. I hate that I kissed you that night. I hate that I can't go back in time and stop myself from...