(Honestly now that I'm done with the book I've realised how this has nothing to do with the rest of it... Oops?)
Prologue'I'm broken do you see me?' I write on my last letter to him.. 'I'm blinded cause you are everything I see'
As I walk up to his door my head turns to face the floor and I set the letter, that I had folded neatly in a purple envelope, on the ground and leave.
I love him.
Why can't he just love me to, I know it's not that easy, though I wish it could be.
I turn to look at his house, It's quite a large house and I say, "when you open your arms and hold her close tonight, it just won't feel right"
I walk home with him in my mind.
"Get out, get out, get outta my head and fall into my arms instead, I don't, I don't, don't know what it is but I need that one thing and you got that one thing, I close my eyes and look to the sky.
"Help me please, I need him, I really really need him. But I guess you can't make him need me can you.." I open my eyes again and walk into my house. it was more like a little studio. it was 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, and the kitchen dinning room and living room are combined into one small area. well what more can I afford I am a broke college student who has nothing better to do than write letters to my lifelong cush obviously he will never like me back. Yep that's me, and I have never been afraid to admit my crush.
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Letters to You (Under Heavy Construction, but completed)
Short StoryLove /lev/ (noun) 1.An Intense feeling of deep affection. 2.A person or thing one loves. (Verb) 3. A feeling of deep romantic attachment to someone or something. Love is a strong Thing *short Story* © Copyright 2016