Dear You,
I want you to like me. I mean, I know you did at one time, but then like, outta the blue you say you don’t. What? Where did that come from? I am like the only person (girl anyway) who likes you. I think you’re cute and nice BECAUSE I KNOW you can be. But now, I’m kinda seeing how you’re a horrible person on the inside. You’re mean to everyone! YOUR MIDDLE FINGER IS PERMANATELY FROZEN IN THE AIR.
And then your best friend is going out with my best friend. I met him last night. He is what you should truly aspire to be! He’s POLITE, and has a great smile. And I’m wondering like, how come SHE gets to have him? She doesn’t deserve him. And I am practically DYING for love over here, and WHADDYA know? I don’t have anyone.
But I still like you.
Because remember that day, when you sat by me for an hour and a half and painstakingly helped me with my Spanish homework, looking up words in my Spanish-English dictionary, even though you have never spoken Spanish? I know that’s the kind of sweet, kind person you CAN be.
But then you told HER that you didn’t like me anymore. I was in a shock, because it seemed like everything was going OK. And that made me sort of reevaluate my life. And I realized, I don’t have that many friends. And that USED TO BE alright with me. Because I had you. But then you’re gone and I’m alone, except for HER and HER BOYFRIEND.
I know I’m being really stupid about this, but I’m crying as I write this and I can hardly see to type.
You thought I was mad at you after that. So you avoided me But I was never mad at you. I still wanted to be around you as much as possible. So I approached you, tried to joke around with but you COMPLETELY IGNORED me. At first I thought, oh well, maybe you didn’t hear me, but then I realized, you were looking straight at me. You just walked away.
I want to hate you. I know I should after all you’ve done to me.
But I don’t. I still love you.
Love,
Me.
