Dearest,
Heartbreaker.
Maybe I should stop calling
you the heartbreaker
and it's you who should start
calling me like that.
I'm sorry.
God, Ryder I'm so sorry.
You weren't
supposed to see that
and that wasn't supposed to happen.
That really wasn't supposed to happen.
I tried to explain it to you
but you just wouldn't listen.
I know it's not a valid excuse
but I was waiting for you at the bleachers
when he came out of nowhere.
He covered my eyes
and at first I thought it was you,
until he spoke and kissed me.
We fell onto the floor
with him on top of me,
kissing me.
I didn't kiss him back
but I didn't stop him either.
I'm sorry.
I was telling him to get off of me
when you looked at us
in that compromising position.
And well, you know what happened next.
What you said really did hurt me,
but that's okay,
I suppose I deserve it.
But I really did mean what I said.
I do love you, Ryder.
I've loved you
since that very first night,
and I would even say that
I loved you before that too.
I've loved you for a really long time,
and I know you love me too.
Please don't let this ruin
what we could've been.
-me.
YOU ARE READING
Dearest, Heartbreaker.
Short StoryA collection of letters dedicated to you. The one and only, heartbreaker. In where a girl suffering from unrequited love writes her lover a series of letters expressing her feelings towards him. (Short story)
