34 Letters to Jacky

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      DEAR JACKY,

   You and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Ever since the fifth grade, when you asked me to be your girlfriend. At first, I thought you were just an annoying, nerdy, little boy that didn't know how to be mature, but now I realized something.

    You're loyal; you stayed with me even when nobody else did, they all left, but you were there, telling me that everything was going to be okay and that you'd always, always be there for me.

     But it's kept me up some nights wondering why? Why did you stay with me?

        You're my best friend but now I've began to look at you in a different light. You're attractive, Jacky, but you act as if you don't know it.

     Some of my friends stare at you and are constantly telling me, "Violet, you're so lucky. You get to hang out with Jackson; he's so hot and good looking!"

    And I'm just like, "Oh, really? I hadn't noticed."

   And when I said that, they were shocked because I hadn't noticed your looks, apparently?

     I don't know what I'm even writing right now because it's really late — well, early, if you want to be exact. But to me, it's late.

     It's almost four in the morning, yet here I am, awake, writing a pathetic letter addressed to you that you won't ever read.

      If you didn't know already, Jacky, I have really bad insomnia and most nights I stay awake, unable to sleep.

    It has taken a toll on my health. And I don't know what I'm going to do when school starts, honestly, after we get back from break, you know?

     Anyway, I'm going to stop writing now and try to get some sleep.

     Love you, butthead.

  From,

  -Voi

 

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