Dear Luke,
Remember when I wouldn't talk to you for days after that band practice? I assumed you knew why. You tried calling me six times a day. I know, I counted. When you finally got sick of listening to my horrendous voice mail, you came crashing into my room. You had tears in your eyes because I was ignoring you. You said you were hurt that I wouldn't talk to you. You wanted to know why. I guess you didn't know why I was ignoring you. I told you a lie to get away with it. I said I was sick, sad, and lonely and I couldn't handle anybody. That was somewhat a lie. You let it slide through and made me promise to never ignore you again. I pinky promised.
After that, I never ignored you again. I didn't like seeing tears in your eyes and I wanted to make sure that I was never the reason to make you cry. I wasn't worth the tears. I did everything I could to make you happy. I hope it worked.
I miss talking to you. I miss hearing your soothing voice at any time of day.
I love you,
Cassandra
