march 22, 2012
John-
the dates get later and later, don't they? I'm really sorry, even though I know you don't know about these.
I think I can openly admit to myself that I love you. Of course, it turns out just like those novels- the best friends fall in love and then there is a happily ever after.
There won't be a happily ever after for me, because I know you don't like me.
And you won't like me.
love,
Mari
march 5, 2012
Mari,
I think the amount of times I've talked to you sums up to a grand total of about five. These conversations are always polite 'hello's and 'how are you's exchanged in the hallways.
I really want my best friend back.
I really want you back.
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 ♥︎
