Dear Fiona,
I'm writing these letters to tell you all the things I can't.
First off, I think I'm in love with you. Well, no, I know I am. But telling you now isn't really a reality and at the end of the day I know you love me. In the same way, I'm not sure, but putting a label on that love isn't worth it. I could tell you when/how I figured this out, but that's for another day.
Secondly, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this. I have my reasons. Granted, they're probably not the greatest, but I can't turn back now.
You may be wondering if this letter is going to shed any light to the current situation. The answer is yes and no.
I've tried roughly about 87 times to write this stupid letter and 86 of them are sitting in a trashcan.
What I'm trying to say is that no matter how many times I write this I'm never going to get it right.
I promise I'll be better at this in the next one.
Yours,
Finn
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If I Found Finn (#Wattys2015)
Cerita PendekFiona Rothfield hates everything. - Or the one where she's trying to come to terms with losing her best friend and happiness isn't a feeling anymore. (a series of letters, dialogue, and mishappenings) short story #492 (3/14/15)
