Dear Estella,
I don't know why I'm still writing to you.
You clearly hate me for some reason (a reason I would really like to know) and it doesn't seem that we are going to be on good terms any longer. I guess that means you won't be taking this book as a graduation gift and even if you do, it'll probably be found in your trash can the next day.
I hate myself for still caring, for still writing to you- a person who was my best friend but treats me like dirt now. I should have a little more self-respect, to move on from you, from us, but there wasn't any 'us' in the first place.
I hate that I still love you so much.
Love,
Azura
YOU ARE READING
Dear Estella
Short StoryBecause sometimes, you can't tell her by your tongue, so you tell her by your hand.
