Ninjago Ninjas x Reader

Not An Update...Yet

Sorry everyone, I know I said I would be updating soon, but was going over things and there was a part that just didn't seem to fit together so I'm trying to sort that out. And since I promised an update of some kind here is a letter I recently wrote for my "friend". I had to get my feelings out there and I thought you guys would enjoy it.

*****WARNING MAJORLY CHEESY*******

Letting go. It hurts beyond belief. Having to let go of someone is like a knife to the heart.Letting go of someone has guilt shredding at you, until you finally break. Fixing things that are broke are never easy to fix. Friendships, relationships, trust, self-confidence, and courage. And the moment you break you finally admit that you were foolish. Wishing you could take back that moment and say, "I still love you! I always have!" If I could take that moment back, I would without hesitation. But now because of my actions we are like this. It took me so long to talk to you again and it wasn't even actual talking, it was a text. A text to a number that I didn't even have the courage to get myself. It's been so long, it almost feels like we're strangers. Even saying, "Hey," to you is hard. I feel like I'll trip on my words or make a fool out of myself by choking on them. I wish I had the courage to talk to you more, I'm just so afraid it'll end up like middle school again. Some of my friends are saying that I shouldn't even try because we already dated. But I don't care! I feel terrible for what I did, because you were always so sweet to me and I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know how to show you how much I loved you. I know this is super cheesy and all, but I miss you. I miss what we had.I miss being able to hang out together, and tell each other anything and not judge each other for it. I miss hanging out in the cafeteria every morning, just talking. I miss when we were walking along the fence of the playground in sixth grade, and you blushed when Carter gave you a thumbs up. God, your blush was always so adorable. I loved how we could just sit and talk about anythign. I remember the time when we were hanging out at the Empty Soup Bowl at our school and meeting your dad there. I have to confess I was scared to meet him and he was pretty intimidating when I first saw him, but he turned out to be really cool, like you. But worst of all, I remember when lots of people started saying we should "kick it up a notch". Always pressuring me to hug you, kiss you, or even hold your hand. I have to admit just the thought of it was wonderful, but I was a coward. I hated all teh attention I was getting because of it. I didn't what they were saying to get to me, but it did. I felt terrible for not telling you about it, because I felt scared that you wouldn't want me anymore if I said I wasn't ready for those kind of thigns. And because of my own selfishness I couldn't deal with the pressure. I should have said something else, but instead I hurt you. I hurt us. I hurt both of us so badly that we could hardly speak to each other. I was such a flipping coward! You have no idea how hard I cried that day. I was so devastated that I lost my best friend and I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you how sorry I am. I'm so sorry for what I did to you when all you did was show me kindness and love beyond measure. I tried so hard to bury the guilt and shame for so long that I went numb when I realized you were the only person that liked me for being me. And I honestly don't know what you saw in me then. don't even know if it's still here somewhere. I just wish I had seen it sooner. It's so hard to tell you what I feel, but writing it makes it seem easy, not entirely sure why though. I'm just so afraid of looking like a fool. I 'm just so afraid of being played again. I'm scared I'll get hurt again. It tends to make me more nervous and self conscious. I'm so scared of being used again. There's a saying that says, "A broken heart is like a broken mirror, you only hurt yourself trying to pick up the pieces," My mirror is cracked and shattered, I have pieces missing and some of them I know I'll never get back, but every time I see you, it makes me want to love again that way I used to. I don't want to give up on what we had. I just hope you can forgive me and possibly give me another chance.

I'll try to get the next chapter finished as soon as possible. Until then, goodbye my darling dears!!