[ October 22 2015 ]
Dear Meg,
It's Thursday, we had English together today.
You sat in front of me next to Brit, though you didn't pay much attention to her. You were so focused on your reading and Mr. Gale that you didn't even bother to take a single glance at your best friend.
She looked like she was dying to share the hottest gossip with you. I kind of felt bad for her in a way. I know how its like to feel ignored and unnoticed.
You were always a bright student, Meg. You always has straight-A's on your report cards.
I adore the enthusiasm and charisma that you seem to radiate off of you whenever we start English. And whenever we discuss a chapter in a novel, you always seem to know all about it.
I kind of wish I was as perfect as you.
I kind of wish I wasn't as fractured and broken inside as I am right now.
But, humans weren't meant to be somewhat identically alike, on the inside nor the outside, right, Meg?
Love, Dylan
YOU ARE READING
Dear Meg,
Short StoryDylan Shaw doesn't talk about his feelings, he writes them down. To his ex-girlfriend.
