January 15th
Dear boyfriend,
This is the last time that I'm going to right to you. Tomorrow these letters will be put into a folder and shipped off to my teacher for grading. I hate to part with these messages to you. They're me, stripped down to my thoughts that I was too scared to share with you and now they're going to better my grade. How does that work?
Well, I might now stop writing to you or I might write letters to you still and maybe one day I'll find the courage to give them to you, but for now, this is only for my eyes, and my teacher's of course.
This is goodbye for now, my sweet boyfriend. I still haven't gotten tired of saying that. The word boyfriend when talking about you just forces a smile onto my face, even now, at eight at night and I'm alone in my room, I'm smiling stupidly at this piece of paper and I'm wondering how I got to be so lucky to be with the person that I could easily call my best friend. How many people can say that? I'm thankful that it's you, no matter how many other people can feel what I feel, even if what I feel for you won't last forever. That's what makes this exciting. The uncertainty of the future, but the trust that we put in other's anyways, no matter the risk of getting hurt.
The girlfriend.
YOU ARE READING
To The Boy In History
Short StorySometimes projects can lead you to open up your eyes to the people around you and force you to feel things that you wouldn't have normally felt before.
