Hello you can call me whatever you would like, but if I ever have to say my name in this collection of letters I will be going as "A") and today in school I was writing, just random words on a page that meant nothing, it was just something to do to pass the time. I wrote and I wrote and in the end I wrote a letter to the boy who I loved for 8 and 1/2 years ( we will not be calling him by his real name for privacy reasons, we will be calling him "Cody"...yea Cody, he is the boy who hurt me) . I met him in kindergarten and I have liked him since then, in 7th grade I told him how I felt with a long long message and I explained that I was nervous to tell him because I am scared of rejection, which is true, I am terrified of people rejecting me because of the feelings I have, because of the person I am. I told him how I felt and he said he would never reject me, and he did..he didn't talk to me for 2 months and it killed me because we were best friends in the 6th grade and he just threw our friendship away...he took my heart and stomped on it, but in 8th grade I moved and now I go to a different school, and there is this new boy ( who again we will not be calling by his real name for privacy reasons, he will be "Brandon", he is the boy who healed me) and he makes me feel special but a weird special.. I don't know how to explain it..he gives me butterflies when he says my name..I just can't explain the way he makes me feel. So I will be compiling a collection of letters to them that they will never read...
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This is completely non-fiction everything that I mention in here is completely true. 😋
-A
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Letters To Him
Non-FictionA day by day "book" in which I write to the boy who hurt me and the boy who healed me.
