(Sent To – Jamie, Sent From – Texas. 5:45PM)
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Your dad should treat you right this time. You don’t deserve to be hurt, Jamie. You’re the most forgiving person I’ve ever met, and I feel like I should tell you this right now. I don’t know how many times I have to say sorry for this. I don’t want to ruin your time with your Dad, either. I’m just going to come out and say the thing that ruined us in the first place.
I love you, Jamie. And I don’t know, okay. I know that doesn’t change anything, and I wasn’t expecting it to. I want you to genuinely move on, find a nice girl that isn’t a complete weirdo like me, okay. Jamie, I don’t think you realise just how much you deserve.
When you get back, there should be a letter for you. You don’t have to read it. I’m done here, I feel like this has gone on long enough, and I should just quicken what was bound to happen.
Good luck with life, Jamie.
YOU ARE READING
perfect flaws.
ChickLit{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.
