Dear Taylor

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Dear Taylor, the most beautiful girl on the earth,

I'm furious.

Why should you be used to being slapped around. No one should have to use concealer to cover bruises. Especially you, you're my angel and I can't help but shake with disgust towards the people that do this to you.

Slaps; bruises; kicks; words- they'll all hurt you but you need to tell someone. Tell someone. For me.

The pain they're putting you through is breaking my heart. When we skyped yesterday all I could see we're the broken fragments of hope and happiness behind your blue eyes. Those eyes that were happier- even just the other week and definitely in the first picture I saw of you.

I remember when the Ferris wheel stopped and we were on the top. We shouted out and people looked us but we didn't care.

Taylor- we were invincible.

No one could hurt us from where we were as we shouted random things into that still night sky that was littered with stars. And then after that we lay in a field, talking and watching those twinkling balls of fire. I felt your fingers brush mine and when I took your hand you smiled. Properly. A grin so big that I was mind blown.

All straight teeth showing and those glittering eyes lighting my entire world up. I depend on your happiness because seeing you sad takes the happiness from me.

And then we saw that star- and I can't tell you my wish as it won't come true but I want you to know it was for you. I'd give your everything if I could. I'd go to the four corners of the world if it meant you were happy.

Please don't give up Tay. 10 more days and we'll be together. In happiness and maybe you can come back with me to get away from the horrible people poisoning your life. I want to help you feel better, if you'll let me.

We can live next door to each other when we're older and have cute kids that are best friends.

Imagining a future without you is like imagining a future with out sun. Sun is vital to survival: you are vital for me to survive.

I hope by reading this a small smile comes into that beautiful face of yours.

Love,

Karlie.

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