Letters to the bully across the street

Letter twelve

Dear bully,

I didn't go to school. My parents thought it wasn't a good idea. They found out that there was people bullying me. But they didn't know or even think that you were their leader.

You wanted to stay at my house until I get better. And my parents agreed. But they don't know you are my one and only reason I wanted to die.

So you just stayed in my room watching tv. And every once in a while you would glance at me. I could see in your eyes the guilt, pain, hurt. But why are you feeling this way? You weren't the one getting bullied, Or being called names, Or being yourself was not enough to everyone around you, or when you change yourself everyone hates you and it's still not enough. So I just left the room.

You came and looked at me and cried.

But why?

You begged for my forgiveness.

But I looked away.

I couldn't forgive you. Not after what you have done to me. But my heart was telling me to forgive you. But my mind and pride wouldn't let me. But I had to I just had to.

So I did I forgave you.

And you hugged me again and again.

And pulled me close.

To close.

And kissed me.