Dear you know who,
I found your letter, a tad bit late. I'll have to say, you were always good at hiding Christmas and birthday presents. But a letter in an envelope with my name on it in bold letters,,,, just laying on your desk at your mothers house in plain sight. Not exactly your best work..... I went to look for you, in case your mom didn't mention that to you. I did, and you weren't there and I couldn't get her to tell me where you went. I'm not very persuasive, that was always more of your area of expertise. Had me fooled for months that you were fine and we were fine and everything was just fine.
But I still love you.
That's why I'm writing this. Unlike you I knew my goal before I sat down to write. I love you. I have since the moment I saw you in the grocery store struggling to get a can of spaghetti-o's off of the top shelf. I love you because you sing a little too loud in the shower. I love you because I know you miss him, even though you'd rather drop dead than admit that. I love you because I've always been one for adventure but you showed me an entirely new world that I didn't even know existed. Now that I've gotten a taste of that world I can never go back to the one I was living in before. Not without you. I cannot go back to a reality that doesn't have you sitting on the kitchen counter and playing an air guitar when there's not even any music playing.
And I hate you for it.
Contradicting yourself is your thing, but ever since you left without as much as a goodbye I find myself doing it all the time. I hate you because I won't ever look at cigarettes the same way again because of you and your stupid love of dumb metaphors from dumb books that are stupidly sad and dumbly overrated. I hate you because you left a dirty shirt in my hamper and it still smells like you after all this time and I can't bring myself to throw it out because then it'll seem more real than it already is. I hate you because you changed your phone number. I hate you for leaving. I hate you because I have the stupid engagement ring in my bottom drawer and while you were worried about it not lasting I was planning for forever.
But I'm also really sorry.
I should've put more work in, I knew how insecure you were, or how insecure you are. I'm not sure I really know you anymore. I should've taken more time to get you comfortable with my past. I'm a big mystery and I'm incredibly sorry for that. I'm sorry I didn't make the time to make you happy.. with me. It's not entirely your fault for leaving when I didn't do everything I could to let you know you were welcome.
And I'm also really scared.
I'm really scared that you were the one but I wasn't.
L.
This is a perfect response to Things I Like About You. Honestly, making a book out of letters from these two characters being written back and forwards to eachother or even a diary-formatted book focused around a breakup with the girl's entry then the boy's entry & so on would be really good. I have complete faith in you that you're going to be the next best-seller, Shailey. I know I say that on every entry of yours that I comment on, but just reading these makes me want more. -Faith Brooks(7)
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