Coffee Breaks // l.t.

Chapter 5

Dayne

LetterMeLater.com
louistomlinson78@gmail.com

Love,

I don't know if you're busy or not, but I hope you do read this. This is the last time you will ever hear of me again. I know you want to put it this way, and as much as I hate this, I won't bug you anymore.

I want you to know that I'm happy for you, with your new life. I don't know what will happen to us when you read this letter, but I have a feeling things will be good. At least I think for now.

You were the perfect girlfriend. Not girly, but you've always been perfect to me. You always make sure my tea tastes just how I like it, if I've eaten dinner, if I always wear socks. You always ask me if I'm tired, or how I am.

You would always make sure my sisters do their homeworks in Math, you help mum finish the dishes whenever you stop by the house, you always offer dad a pizza or something to drink whenever he fixes the house's sink. You help me with literally everything, you help my family with everything. Maybe it's the reason why they love you so much and maybe that's why I kept holding onto you.

I sort of gave myself a deadline, a deadline as to when my feelings to you would end. Yeah, I know it's rubbish but I was feeling too good about myself. Apparently, the deadline came, and that was when I met Eleanor. I am truly sorry for what it looks like.

You were busy with other things and you couldn't be by my side. I've always been dependent to you and everybody knows that. She was able to give me the things you couldn't since you were away. I couldn't make you come with, I knew it would bother you and I knew you'd say yes in a heartbeat, and I thought I was pulling you down. It may not seem like that, but I wanted you to focus on yourself for a little while.

You had a reason to trust me --- you had one good reason and it's because you love me. I know that and I'm thankful for that. I'm sorry for taking it for granted and I'm sorry if I hurt you too much.

I'm not asking for a second chance, I doubt you'd take me back. So I'm sending this email right now, the day when you decided to let me be. Writing this letter sucks. I kind of know now how it felt when you found out.

But I'm pretty sure the pain I'm feeling right now is nothing compared to how you felt.

I have something to ask you though; "Are you okay?" It's my turn to ask you this. Wanna know why? Because I love you. I realize you might have felt alone in our relationship and now I don't want you to feel that way. So are you okay? Aren't you feeling anything?

I hope you're doing fine as you read this. I hope 4 years is enough time for you to really get over me, because tonight, I resolve you don't feel anything for me anymore.

You've achieved a lot now, I can feel it. You're already a supermodel, you're the cover of every magazine I lay my eyes on, everyone knows you. And as to me, let's hope One Direction is still together. Wish me luck!

I still love you Dayne. I hope you still love me.

Louis. x

Written: 10/21/11
3:14am
Sent: 1/17/15
3:14 am

My eyes scanned the letter again and I felt my mouth part a little. I've read thousands of letters from other people with different meanings, but I don't think any of those can top this.

I still love you Dayne. I hope you still love me.

I've read it over and over again with my heart thumping loudly and I could literally hear it beating. It took a while for all of it to sink in until I felt a tear escape from my eye. I removed my glasses and cupped my face in my hands; tonight was going to be fucking different for me.