Baby Daddy and I?

I bet you hate me..

Blah.. I hope this is the end.. Thanks for reading my life story.. /:

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Dear Dason,

Where to start...

You need to learn to take things slow. You get into things way too fast. I said I like you, you reply with, wanna marry me? Like, No, those things don't go together. You're moving too fast. I can't move that fast. It's too scary for me.

So, You came over after church Sunday. We sat on the couch for about an hour, doing nothing. Dad was watching us. Then you texted me. Silly boy, I was sitting next to you. "Wanna take a walk, even though we have to take your brother?" Oh, yeah. Great idea.. I asked my brother and put my shoes on and asked dad, surprisingly my dad said ok. So, we went for a walk, It was so nice outside. 

You showed off, alot. It was kinda cool outside, I was wearing a light long-sleeve under my t-shirt, You were wearing a jacket. Halfway through our walk, you took off your jacket and put it on me. I did not like it. I was already hot, that thing was just making me sweat. Ugh. THEN, you tried to hold my hand, talk about awkward. And then you just would not leave me alone. I need my space. Ugh. You just didn't get it, I even said no. You were like, come on.. ugh. Then you went home.

I was like, THANK GOD.

So, then, you texted me and wanted to talk. Dude, you're too clingy.

Oi. And I didn't want too talk, I told you I needed space. You didn't like that. So, you immediately said, "fine, whatever, everyone hates me, even God." That pissed me off. I texted you back, "NOTHING YOU DO COULD EVER MAKE GOD HATE YOU. EVERYONE DIES AND YOUR FAMILY IS, I'M SORRY."

All you said after that was, k.

*sigh..* Yeah I know I'm a horrible person.. But, ya know, You think you need a girlfriend to be loved. You don't. God loves you. But, that's not what you want to hear. You wanna hear me say, 'I love you, Dason.' And, I do.. As a brother. And you take that as an insult, it's not, I love you! but you can't hear that the same cause, You want a girlfriend/wife. And I'm not ready for that. I'm not the one for you. If you think you're happy with me, you'll be even happier with the one God has for you.

God isn't done with your story, Dason. He hasn't stopped writing it. Dason, You're still in the early chapters of your story, wait for her. She comes later.

*sigh..* Gosh, And we were gonna go to Prom.../:

Oh, well.. Not everyone goes to Prom... But, I really wanted to..

Well Dason, I'm sorry.

I never ever meant to hurt you.

Sincerely,

Natasha. </3

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Well, I hope this is the last chapter..