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I loved your hair

Dear Nathan,

I want to take the time to write you this letter because I feel that you deserve an explanation. I don't want you to come see me, which is part of the reason for me writing this. I feel bad for just leaving without giving you any reason for my behavior. So, here I go.

Back when we were freshmen in high school is when I first met you. You were trying out for football after school and I stayed,too, because I was trying out for cheerleading. My older sister helped me practice so we could be on the squad together. I was so happy I was chosen to be a cheerleader because you were chosen to be on the football team as well. You looked so hot and sweaty after practice. I remember peeping at you in the locker room taking your clothes off. Your hair was wet and stuck to your face. I loved your hair. It's your best feature.

Our first homecoming game was when I knew I wanted you. You passed the ball to another guy in the end zone to get a touchdown. Everyone was cheering and the horns blared. It was halftime. All the cheerleaders came out and we started our cheer. I was in the middle of all of them. We started dancing and we saw all of the football players run in between us and started dancing the same moves. You were right next to me. You didn't look at me, but I swear I felt your heart beat in my chest. I knew we were supposed to be together from that very moment. You were a part of me. All I wanted was for me to be a part of you.

I remember the first party we went to together. Well, not together, but we were both there. I was talking to the squad and you were talking with your team. It was a bonfire and I sat as far from the fire as I could. Then you came over. You wanted to talk to Autumn. I seethed with rage when I saw you put your arm around her and kissed her. I wanted to cry when you called her "babe". I wanted to die when you asked if you could have some "alone time" with her. So I followed you. To your car. I didn't need to see what you were doing because I heard it all. You weren't a part of me. You were inside her. I looked in anyway. I saw you only. She was under you and your back was to me. You were thrusting and grunting. I saw your hair move in tune with your thrusts. I loved your hair.

I tried to avoid you after you broke my heart. I really did. But then junior year came around and all I was focused on was you. You finally broke up with Autumn. She cried and ran from you to come to us. The whole cheerleading squad, even the new freshmen, were comforting her in the girl's locker room. Except for me. I wanted her to be mad, to cry, to want to die just like I did when you broke my heart. But all she did was cry. And the within the week, you got back together with her. We were practicing our routine when you came in and begged for her to come back. You even got down on one knee. You did the same thing at graduation. She said yes.

We went to the same college. It was co-ed, but it didn't matter to you. No matter how hot your roommate was, you were married and didn't want to bang them. I was disappointed when I found that out, but happy to know that you were down the hall from my room. You helped your roommate move in. That was nice of you.

Do you remember all those nights you drank and passed out in your room? You were so drunk, you didn't know who was watching you, helping you, putting the blankets on you when you fell asleep. You thought it was your roommate. I don't blame you. I'm pretty forgettable. But I wanted you to remember me. I wanted you to love me, touch me, kiss every inch of me. I wanted you to want me.

You were so drunk, I don't think you remember having sex with me. I was watching over you as I did when you were drunk. You thought I was Autumn. You wanted to have sex with me. I thought you wanted it. You said you did. You were begging for it. I remember your hair move in tune with your thrusts. You had it cut shorter before college started, but it was starting to grow back, just like my love for you. I loved your hair. I loved you.

You had me arrested. You claimed I sexually assaulted you. That was a lie and I knew it. But I remembered how much it scared you. I thought it would be better if I left you alone. It was better for you, but not for me. The only thing that bugged me was that you had no idea who I was. We went to high school together and part of college. When the police asked you if we had any relation, you said, "No, I don't even know his name."

I guess I'm pretty forgettable. But now I'm not. You remember me now. I'm the boy cheerleader from your high school. We changed in the same locker rooms. I saw all of you. I ran my fingers through your hair as you grunted. I cut some of your hair off before you passed out. You saw the police take me away in handcuffs. You asked, "Why me?"

Here's your closure. It's because I loved you. I loved you and I loved your hair.

Yours forever and ever, Daniel

PS - I still have your hair.