Dearest, Heartbreaker.

||seventeenth letter||

Dearest,

Ryder.

You're the heartbreaker,

you're not supposed to be scared of a girl.

Much less of me.

Cmon, I'm Violet for gods sake!

I'm not Natalie

or Stacy

or Vanessa

or any other girl you've had sex before.

It's me we're talking about.

I'm pretty easy going, and smart.

I won't get attached to you

if that's what you're thinking.

I just want us to talk for awhile,

it doesn't even have to be

for a lot of time

maybe like a minute?

I also want to hear your voice

and maybe hear you say my name...

that would be nice too.

As for your last letter,

I know I basically called you shit

in all of my other letters

and also when I barely

started writing to you

but listen,

I've been writing you letters

despite when you where an ass

and also continued doing so

when you got a little nicer.

I'm not asking you to change,

sure it might be nice to hang out

with you without you being an ass

but I'm just curious to see how we will interact.

This all just sounds so weird but it's true.

I want to know you, Ryder.

Not the facade you have on,

not the mask you wear to school.

Just the real you.

I want to know if my feelings

will stay the same

and I know that scares you somehow

because of your last letter

but I need to know.

I need to know if falling for you this hard is worth it,

because I'm not scared of the fall.

I'm scare of what happens after I hit the cement.

-me