Dear Blake ✔️ #hca2017

April 23rd, 2016

I storm into my room and slam the door. I couldn't deal with all of them giving me those pitiful faces. Not right now. I had to be strong through this, right? I couldn't let this break me.

   I slide against my door and completely break down, sobbing into my hands.

Screw being strong, I think.

I wish that day never happened. This all seemed like a nightmare and I just really want to wake up. I've had enough of it.

How could this have happened?

I wish he was by my side. I wish that I could just go and talk to him like I used to be able to.

I lift my head up from my hands, an idea forming in my head. What If I could talk to him, but in a different way? I walk over to my desk still crying, but silently and less violently to make sure that no one downstairs would hear. I sit down, grab a paper and a pencil and start to write.

Dear Blake,

the writing is a little shaky but I ignore it and continue writing, pouring my thoughts on the paper as if it were really him I was talking to...

   Remember the end of freshman year of high school? I do. It was when I first suspected that you liked me. Is it crazy that I still remember that? I bet it is...

   If you're wondering why I'm writing to you the answer is simple. It's because I still love you.

God, Blake, I love you so much. And I just can't let go of you. I miss you like crazy.

   I'm crying as I write this because not being able to be with you anymore is killing me.

  I know that I should be getting over you right now.  Or at least trying to get over you, but it's hard to get over you when I'm still head over heels in love with you. Blake. Please just come back to me, I need you.

Love,

   Laney.