Fifteen

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Dear Calum,

Life isn't a dream. Life isn't great. I'm bawling my eyes out right now. I need you more than ever. Turns out, I get to Jack's house, and he's with another girl. And she wasn't his sister or any relative. She was evidently a whore. I should've known. He was too good for me, Cal. You were too, and that's why you left, isn't it? I wasn't good enough. That was it, right? It had to have been. I've never been good enough. I'm worthless. I've never been good enough. Nobody would care if I died. It's true, even you wouldn't care.

You probably think of me as a summer love, or a casual love. But Calum, I need you more than ever. I loved you. I still do love you. Please, before I go.. At least say goodbye.. Tell me this is a dream.. Please. Tell me it'll be okay.

Is this how life is going to be for me, forever? For eternity, I'm going to be sitting here, talking to someone who will never hear me, crying and crying? The tears just building up oceans on my floor? I don't want it to be like this.. I'm so sad, Calum. I don't want to be sad anymore. I want to be happy. But everytime I try to be happy, I think of you. I think of us. I think of you being gone. I think of you with someone else. Are you with someone else? Are you married? Kids even? I wouldn't know. Am I just some crazy ex love of yours who's still stuck on you? Who am I? Who are you? I'd do anything to know.

Just a sign, Cal. It's all I ask.

I love you baby.

Love,

Dani

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