Confessions of a Bitter Rose

Letter 12 - Valentine's Day

Dear Connor,

I ended up breaking my promise by chatting with you a few times, but it was never one of those 1000 lines chats ever again. Whenever I chatted, it was just a simple "Hi" and some polite greetings.

It felt like we were strangers meeting for the first time again and again rather than old friends.

Five torturous months later, it was February 14th, 2013.

Maybe a look back at our chat will refresh your memory, my dearest Connor.

Rosee :)) : hey! :)) what did you give to Hannah for vday? :)

I was referring to what you told me yesterday, where you said you were planning to surprise Hannah on Valentine's Day with something cute.

Honestly, I was so jealous, but I could only disguise it with loads of smiley faces.

Pretty pathetic, right?

ConnorHannahLuvrLin: ummmm, a box of chocolates shaped in a heart. the box was pretty awesome :) oh and a teddy bear and a card, which I wrote a bit too much I think xD

I blinked away the hurt. What had I gotten for Valentine's Day? Like every year, I had gotten nothing. The closest I got to a gift was a request of "Be my Valentine?" from someone I used to like in the past, but I shot down his offer quickly.

It was just an act anyways. He was a popular boy, and nothing that came out of his mouth was pure.

I halfheartedly typed a "aww that's sweet", then made up some excuse about having to leave to do homework or something.

Time to, once again, wallow in my misery. 

As I pulled a tub of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream from the freezer (hey, everyone knows that ice cream is the best comfort food), I sat on the couch, pondering over today's events.

Suddenly, I remembered what happened at school. My best friend's locker neigbor, Allan, had asked out my best friend's other locker neighbor on her right side, Marissa. 

Marissa was a popular girl, one of the ones who wore too much makeup and had the most fashionable clothes. She was not oh-so intelligent, but wasn't too stuck up either.

Allan was a pretty clever guy, but not popular, according to my best friend. You could say that he was rather friendly, though I didn't know him well enough to judge.

Of course, Allan was rejected. 

He wasn't devastated, so to speak, but that cloud of sadness definitely loomed over his head the entire day.

Was he not good enough for Marissa, and why?

I thought over that again and again, and could only come up with one reason.

He wasn't popular.

Marissa, no matter how good she was on the inside, was branded popular. Populars couldn't date non-populars. That's just the way the social ladder worked.

I bubbled with aggravation at this thought. No one deserved to be played over like that.

And I didn't too.

If someone as smart as Allan was fooled by a girl, it wasn't too surprising that I got fooled by you, Connor.

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

Meanwhile, my ice cream melted, dripping onto the white carpet along with the chocolate chips.

Oh crap.

I guess that was my love life right there.

Melting away. 

Or nonexistent in the first place. That works too.

Desperately trying to clean off the carpet,

Rose

~~~Hey guys, so another update wooooo. And in ONE DAY. Woahhhhz. Magic. Like what is this.

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Hugs and mint choc. chip ice cream, (Haha,  yesh, I'm actually eating dat right now :PP)

Linda~~~