Chapter 11

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I'm so confused right now. I thought he hated me. The way he ran out of the house after I told him, he seemed so disgusted by the fact of me liking him. What am I missing?

The Letter. I never read the letter.

I run downstairs and try to find the letter. I look in the living room, not there. I look in the kitchen, not there. I look in the guest bedroom, not there. Finally, I find it in a shoe box in a closet. Why it was in there, I have no clue.

I pick up the letter and look at it. Do I really want to open it? Will it make things any better or just worse? As I'm talking to myself on whether or not to open the letter I realize that I always over think things and that I should just live life without thinking "What if" because if you always say "What if" you will never get to experience the amazing things in life. You know what they say, you only live once, so don't waste it.

With that mentality, I decide to open the letter. It reads:

Dear Connor,

So, I doubt that you will even open this letter because you probably hate me but I decided to write this letter in case you decide to read it, so here goes nothing.

Listen to me when I say this, what I said to Ricky was completely the truth. I didn't know how to say it but I do still feel it. I ran out when you told me what you told me because I guess I just didn't know how to react. Just a week ago, you were just a silly crush that would never happen. Now, it's something that's a possibility and that scares me. It scares me to think that something could happen between us.

It's impossible to avoid the inevitable. So I must say now that, Connor Joel Franta, I like you, a lot. You are dating material and I would love to be your boyfriend.

Tyler

*End of Letter*

I need to find Tyler.


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