Dear Michael,
Lately I've been thinking about you now. About us, technically. I was thinking about the time you took me out to the Jake Bugg concert that I've been wanting to go to for a while, and I was wondering..
What are we then? Are we together now? But were friends? What are we now? Did that "i love you" mean anything?
But then you stopped my curiosity. That night when the amazing concert was over, you took my hand and snook backstage when no one was looking and kissed me firmly on the lips.
You told me you loved me.
I told you I love you more.
I've never been kissed before until that moment with you. I loved spending time with you, I wouldn't prefer being with anyone else.
It was the best night of my life, Michael. But enough of that. I'll write to you later, okay?
-Your Girlfriend.
YOU ARE READING
dear michael
Short Story"Writing letters to your past is painful, but it brings back the joyful memories."
