Dear Emily,
I asked Stephen to come home with me after school today. I was afraid if I waited another day, I'd change my mind. I sat him down and I pulled out these letters. Every single one of them. I shut my door, even though I was sure my parents wouldn't want me behind closed doors with a boy, but they didn't say anything. Maybe they didn't even notice.
But I handed these to him from start to finish. He didn't even ask for an explanation. I guess he didn't need one. It wasn't a big step, but I was finally letting him in, and if he knew me at all, he'd know how difficult that was for me. He read them all without saying a word, only nodding and folding them back up. It took almost two hours. I think he was surprised that I wrote about him so much. He laughed at some of them - like at the letter from September 15, where I wrote about us starting our art project, or the one where I was complaining about his Halloween spirit. When he finished reading them, he thanked me, hugged me and left.
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
