Dear Heartbreaker...
This is my last letter to you...
Karol Sevilla.
Over the past year I have been a halestorm of emotions.
When I first read you letters I was sad and in so much pain.
You broke my heart.
But let's start from the beginning.
I met you on a rainy day.
You smiled.
My world changed.
We went in a date and saw The Lion King because you love Disney.
I gave you sunflowers for our one month anniversary because I knew you hated roses.
We dated for 18 months (a year and a half).
And then 'The incident' happened.
I was in my room sleeping when I felt lips on mine.
I immediately thought it was you so I kissed back.
I didn't open my eyes but I sat up still kissing 'you'.
When I did open my eyes I saw you standing in the doorway with tears flying down your beautiful face.
It turns out is wasn't you I was kissing...
It was the school bitch Candelaria Molfese.
I immediately detached myself from her but it was too late...
You were gone.
You ran.
And my heart broke for the first time.
I immediately tried to find you and after searching the whole night I called your dad and told him you ran.
He called the police and they found you the next morning in the woods.
Basically hiperthermic.
I felt crushed.
This was all my fault.
I stayed in the hospital waiting room and asked the doctor if I could see you but he said you didn't want that.
So I left...
I shouldn't have.
I should have fought to see you.
To explain that I didn't kiss Candelaria.
I thought it was you.
After that you never spoke to me again.
I tried calling.
I talked to your parents.
I came to your house.
I tried...
But I know I could have tried harder.
And for that I'm sorry baby.
For five months I heard nothing from you.
I was so broken.
I barely went to school.
I terrorized Cande though. Every chance I got I would torment her. To ruin her life like she ruined ours.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Heartbreaker... (2)
DiversosI read all you letters... How could you not tell me!? This changed everything. I can't believe you didn't tell me. You broke me. Twice. I'm never going to recover from this one. These are letters to you. I know you'll never read them. But they're no...