The Letters

Not A Healthy Life

Dear Nathan,                                                                       December 16, 2010

You know, the two of us dated for a few a weeks in high school. We met on the first night I went with Victoria to the woods. You were sitting on one of the many logs that sat around the camp fire, a huge grin on your face. You and they rest had already started the smoking by the time we got there, so there was random laughing echoing off the trees.

I took at sit by you for the simply fact that other then Victoria, you were the only other person I knew. We had math class together that year and there had been many times that you asked me for help. I always thought you were nice and pretty cute. I knew your sister Natalie but at the time, I thought she was a bitch. Who could have guessed that I would have been so wrong about the both you?

Anyways, we talked, laughed, shared a joint, and might have even made out for awhile. You were cute, I was high, it only seemed right in the moment.

I was pretty sure that would have been the last time you would really talk to me but I was wrong. You started talking to me in class and not about the math homework. You also started seating with my friends and me at lunch a few times during week. I found it to be a little odd because no guy really was like that with me. At night time, in the woods, I was always the one you sat next to. We even started hanging outside of school and the woods. We went to the movies and the mall a lot. Then you started holding my hand and pulling me close to your body in the movies. It was really different.

Making-out at night slowly progressed into more advanced moves and I was ok with that. You seemed like such a sweet guy. Before I knew it, we were having sex. Again, I was ok with this in the start. The way you acted around me didn’t change. We still hung out, had lunch together, and saw movies. This went on for a few weeks and then I realized that I didn’t want to do it any more. Having sex with someone who I wasn’t sure would still be around in a year or even more felt empty to me. I wanted something more then that. I wanted someone to love me and be there for me. I wanted my high school sweet heart. So I broke up with you.

You were a bitch about that. You had it in your head that I was some how yours and that was so not ok. You would follow me home after school. You would send me texts that said you loved me over and over. When you saw me hanging around other guys you would find a way to come in between us. That is just creepy dude. You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops on you. In fact I was about too but when I started dating Carson you seemed too have backed off. I think it had something to do with me talking to your sister. I felt like there was nothing else I could do.

But that isn’t the part that makes me dislike you. The part is that you were like that with every girl you dated. I would sit back and watch you follow them around and god it was creepy. You reminded me of a little puppy who lost his way with a bit of a facebook creeper mixed in.

You pester my mind and not in a good way. Following girls around like that is not right. Maybe you need to talk to someone about the deeper issues you have about girls. One day someone will call the cops on you and then you will find yourself in a lot of trouble.

This is why I am writing this letter to you. You see, your creeping on Zoe is starting to freak her out. She never even dated you and you follow her around. She told me the other day that if you didn’t stop then she would call the cops on you. I told her to hold off. I know sometimes you tend to move on within just a few days. I am hoping this is the case now.

I know deep down that you are a good guy. I saw a lot of it when we were dating. I also know that you will find a girl who is just right for you but as long as you keep being a creeper, then you will never find her. I am telling you this because I care about you. Don't take it as a mean letter but as a helpful tip for a healthy life.

Good guy. Bad habits. Work on fixing them.

Love, Summer