letters for him

letter f i v e

dear dylan,

the worst day of my life was when you broke my heart.

i overheard you talking to your friend during class.

i remember him asking, "do you like that flora chick? i've heard rumors going around and don't you think she's a bit...well...weird?"

i remember freezing and listening closely to hear your response.

you hesitated.

i saw your jaw tense.

i expected you to say that you did like me and i wasn't weird.

because at that time, i actually thought you had truly liked me.

but you didnt.

"flora? oh hell no, she's so weird man," you replied back.

tears started clouding up my vision.

i remember you turning back to look at me, seeing that i heard and your eyes widening.

you looked like you were about to say something to me, but i didn't care.

i stood up shakily, asked the teacher to go to the bathroom and rushed out of there.

the next day, you apologized.

you told me you didn't think i was weird.

you told me i was beautiful.

you told me you really liked me.

and i believed it.

because i was very gullible back then.

oh so gullible.

always yours,
flora jones