30 Days Without Him

Day 6

Today I smiled. Not just any smile, but a genuine one. And then I felt bad for doing so.

I was walking down the street when a boy that was on his skateboard didn't see me and bumped right into me. Me being the klutz I am fell flat on my butt.

As I was muttering a string of curse words, I saw a hand offering me up. Of course, in order to mantain my dignitiy, I did not accept it and stood up on my own.

I was about to walk away when I felt something having a hold on my wrist. It was the stupid boy and he had a stupid smirk on his stupid face. How mature of me, right?

He then asked me my name. I just looked at him with an expression of boredom which I seem to be pulling off quite often.

I started walking away for the second time and this time he let me. After two minutes I felt somebody following me. When I turned around the boy was on his skateboard slowly riding behind me.

I furiously asked him what was up with him, in which he just said that I wasn't mute. I wish that I could have muted him.

I started walking faster and faster, but how can you compare me to a guy on a skateboard? I continued my way home which I now realize was stupid of me to do so.

Once I reached it I heard him saying that he now knew where I lived. Told you it was stupid of me. I chose to ignore it, and went up to my room as I've been doing everyday.

When I reached it and looked out of the window I saw him outside and he saw me. To which he yelled that he now knew where my bedroom was in case he wanted to sneak in for a "night's treat". I do not know why I am telling you this. I guess this is pretty awkward for me to do so. Who tells their dead boyfriend that a creepy guy is stalking her?

That is so weird! Anyway since I have no one else to talk to, I will continue writing. And if you have a problem with that then you should just ignore the rest of this letter.

I decided to sleep before dinner, and I woke up with the sound of my father's voice screaming for me to "get my ass down there". Once I got downstairs my father was holding a rose in his hand and asked why there was the rose with a tag to "mystery girl that is not mute".

I told him I had no idea, but took it from him. Once I saw the neat calligraphy on the note I couldn't help but smile. It was just like yours. Extra long "t" and words that are too far apart.

But then I scolded myself mentally. It has only been five days. I should have ripped the note and thrown the flower away. Which is what I did. At least that is what I did with the note.

I gave the flower to my brother for him to use it to conquer one of his flings.

Sorry if this letter made you mad or upset. But I really had no one else to tell, and we had made a promise to always tell each other everything, and unfortunatly I can never break the promises I made you.

Except possibly the one you made me promise that I would eventually move on.