Dearest,
Heartbreaker.
I have your name prohibited on my tongue.
I can't say it.
I don't want to say it.
It's not healthy.
Yet, I couldn't give two flying fucks about that right now.
I'm so angry, I'm beyond angry.
I'm pissed, at you.
Tell me, Ryder
do these flatter you?
I bet they do, huh?
don't even try to deny it.
God, you're sooo damm cocky.
I hate you.
I saw you today but that's not even anything remotely new
you had my letters in your hand and guess what?
you where showing them to your group of friends
and they where laughing about me.
about my words.
and so were you.
thank you, Ryder.
thank you.
for making me feel like a complete and utter waste of space.
it even wasn't the first time I've felt like that,
but this time it was your doing.
God, I hate your friends so much.
you just had to show them, huh?
you couldn't just keep them to yourself.
no.
you had to.
or else how where you supposed to live with yourself?
school would probably really suck for you, then
with your friends not knowing
how a "weird loser is obsessing over you"
or
how many girls want to shag you in the hallway
that's right, I heard you.
guess what though?
you shagged me
because you wanted to.
fuck you, Ryder.
who even likes the name Ryder?
I don't.
it's so weird.
what do you even ride?
a freaking horse?
I hate it.
but I hate you, more.
-me
YOU ARE READING
Dearest, Heartbreaker.
Short StoryA collection of letters dedicated to you. The one and only, heartbreaker. In where a girl suffering from unrequited love writes her lover a series of letters expressing her feelings towards him. (Short story)
