march 17, 2011
John,
I want to stop writing these letters to you. I'm scared you're going to find them one day and that you're going to make fun of me because I love you even though I know you won't. That's why the dates are later now- instead of writing near my birthday, I'm putting of writing till the last moment. But the last moment is so far away, and the diary my mother gave me and the pen you gave me tempt me until I write something again, whether it is about something as silly as eating all my sugar cookies or something as serious as my crush on you.
love,
Mari
march 3, 2011
Mari,
I know I distanced myself from you a couple of years ago. I also know that you were the one trying to salvage our relationship- the relationship I thought would die. Now, our roles are reversed. You try to distance yourself from me, but it doesn't work, because I always find a way to you. I will always find a way to you. There's still something wrong though- the blush you always wear around me, the change in clothing and attitude. We're best friends. You need to open up to me.
from,
John
YOU ARE READING
letters
Romancethey were five when they started writing. they were seventeen when they stopped. he was eighteen when he read her letters. he was nineteen when everything fell apart. +cover creds to abhaya ♥︎
