Dear No One [on hold]

January 15 ~ 2pm

Dear Mollie,

Oh shit. I just saw that you left three letters. I finally read them and...I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I got the flu and was absent for a few days.

I didn't mean to make you feel so neglected. You didn't deserve that. I'm not trying to avoid you. I would never try to do that. You got it all wrong.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

And no, It's true. I actually don't have a cellphone. Sorry for leaving you hanging there clueless when I said that with no explanation. I was just embarrassed to admit that.

Sorry.

Sorry.

But you were right about one part. I don't want us to meet face-to-face. Not yet, at least.

But don't worry. I'm here. I'm still here. I'll be writing back to you every single day from now on. I'll also make sure to always notify you if I won't be able to write back the next day in advance. If you ever need a friend, you got me. Who cares if we haven't even met yet. I'll be your friend, communicating through notes and letters. This still counts.

So there, you can finally shut your Spanish grandma up about making new friends in this school because you got me.

Sorry.

Sorry we can't meet face-to-face yet. I just think that it might ruin this.

You know, whenever someone says, "Oh, I don't care about looks. Looks don't matter to me." Well, I always think that they're lying and that is pure bullshit. Of course looks matter. Of course it does. It's the sad truth. Most people just say that so they would't sound shallow, but they still judge appearances anyway. Hate to say this, but even I do, in my head.

If looks didn't matter, then I should've been chosen to play as Edward in that stupid Twilight movie, not Robert Pattinson.

Sorry.

Sorry.

So, that's kind of the reason why I don't want to meet. I just thought that, when you meet me, you would see me differently and we'd probably stop talking.

I admit, you don't know anything about me. I don't know anything about you. So if we were to finally see each other, it would just be an awkward mess.

Sorry.

I hope you're still not mad at me. I really hope not. If it makes you feel better, I got a two-hour detention later from our terrible biology teacher, Mr. Nicollleti because apparently "chewing gum in class is illegal" he said. Yeah, I kinda dislike him even more now.

Sorry.

Sorry.

So you said you couldn't sleep at night because you didn't exactly have a home? What do you mean? You don't have any place to stay at? Where do you stay then? Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help??

Sorry.

Please don't stop sending letters/notes in this textbook. I feel the exact same way as you.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Okay, I hope those were enough 'sorrys'.

Hope you'll forgive me.

And I hope you'd write back.

You're not alone. I'm still here. :-)

Sincerely,

your friend, the guy who's really sorry and who's hoping you aren't mad at him.