Dear Richie,
I'm sorry about what happened at the game. I didn't mean for you to ever know how I felt about your girlfriend.
But I guess you had to find out at one point, huh?
She does make my brain want to scream insanity and my blood to boil.
But nothing compares to the aching I feel when she's around you. It's as if my heart drops down into my stomach, and I can't eat until my heart is whole.
The thing is, you are the only remedy to my broken heart.
I'm sorry that you had to see me that way, a snobby brat spreading rumors about another they despise. But that's who I am, I guess.
We haven't talked since. I tears me apart. In math, I see you sometimes sneak glances at me, but immediately turn away when it looks like I've noticed. In P.E, you completely avoid me, as if I have contracted a terrible disease or something.
It hurts. It really does. More than any physical pain I've ever experienced.
Is this how we'll always be? Distant. Tattered. Broken.
I don't like it this way. I've tried to apologize multiple times, but you just ignore me, push me away, shrug me off.
And I'm sorry. I had to say that at one point. I just didn't think you'd ever hear me.
So I'm sorry, but not sorry.
Love,
Leia Meadows ❤️
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Short StoryCover done by the all-time amazing and fabulous @Amelia_collins_. "Maybe one day you'll realize how much you mean to me." One day she had it all. The best friend. The unforgettable memories. The soccer talent. The naive life. But that changed whe...
