The Perfect Mix

Five. The Perfect Mix of Knowns and Unknowns

Dear Red,

            I wonder if you are receiving my text messages. Who am I kidding, I know you do. I know I deserve this. But I also know that you deserve an explanation.

Red, I found out that we were migrating the night before I sat next to you in the hallway. I was depressed, really depressed. On that same night I shared the news with my boyfriend and he instantly broke up with me. He said long distance relationships do not work and that I’d find someone new in Canada. But I didn’t believe him. I loved him so much. So the next day I just grabbed the opportunity to meet my crush that is you. For once I do not want to just sit on the sidelines and wait for something to happen in my life. I only had three weeks and I’m going to make it count.

Meeting you was the best. It’s like I have found my soulmate. We seem to laugh at everything and there were really no dull moments. I was beginning to like you. And how I wish the circumstances would be different now then I could have replied when I said you love me. I wanted to be loved Red. And you gave me that. Though I really wish I could change the circumstances, but the fact is, I lied. I lied to the person that made my couple of weeks the happiest I could remember. And I would try anything to have my last week with you but you’re not there anymore. I do not deserve you.

I’m leaving Red, how I wish I could change it. My mom is working in Canada and she just got promoted and asked me and my dad to move there. I already tried begging my Dad, every single night since I met you. Every night I cry because I know that someday I cannot spend time with you.

The day we talked on one of those benches in the hallway. When you were texting and I said it must be someone important and it was actually me. The time I beat you in billiards! The time you beat me in bowling. The time I get to meet Mark and Lucas (they have some serious bromance going!). The day I said challenge accepted. And of course, the Biology field trip where we held hands all day and you said I love you. And I ruined it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I cannot stop crying. I’m sorry Red. I’m sorry.

The flight is Sunday morning. Two days from now, Saturday night, I’m going to have a farewell party in our house. I’ll be inviting a few friends. Dad won’t be home that night so there won’t be any buzz kill. I really hope you can come.

Sincerely,

Mary Jane

“I received this email yesterday.” I said.

“Dude, you have to come to that party and you need to stop skipping Physics class” Ron said.

“But aren’t parties supposed to be happy? Why would I waste my time there if I’m sad?”

“It’s because you have to.” Ron replied.