letters to you

twenty sixth letter back.

dedication to perksofjustine for making my whole day so much better and causing me to hold my breath to keep from freaking out in glee!

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twenty sixth letter back.

dear aspen,
i'm positive you're still getting and seeing and reading these letters, so i'm continuing to write them.
even if you weren't, i'd still write them.

i told ivy about you today.

when i got home from school, she asks the question she always does.
"did anything interesting happen in your life today?"

she used to ask that when i was little, and she just never stopped, i guess.
i hope she does it to sophia when she gets old enough.
maybe i will.

anyway.

i told her,
"the girl i am utterly in love with, made out with oscar lincoln, her ex boyfriend today.
oscar, who, so she said, is not very good at holding hands.
she said it felt sticky and uncomfortable and wrong.
and now here i am wondering if kissing him felt sticky and uncomfortable and wrong."

that made ivy's eyes go wide, and she put her stirring spoon down, said we could get take out tonight instead, and gave me her full attention.

i told her about you.

i told her that i missed you.

i told her that i loved you.

i told her that you hated me.
that even when you loved [love?] me, you hated me.
that made her laugh.
she told me that it was probably my cocky attitude that made you hate me.
that made me laugh.

she said she wants to meet you.

that's when i told her i haven't even met you.
she didn't laugh.
i corrected myself.

then i had to tell her the whole story.

so now my head has a bruise from her smacking me upside the head with the stirring spoon.
but it wasn't like when we were younger.
she didn't smack me that hard.
she should've though.

she was angry that i had gotten drunk enough to incoherently have sex with you.
i didn't mention that it was more than one occasion and probably happened with more girls than you.

but i never told my sister about those girls.

i never offered those girls to meet sophia.

i never fell in love with those girls.

only you.

only you aspen.

-lane, a guy who spills his guts to his sister.

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a/n

this is a super long letter and i didn't plan on updating until tonight, but you can thank justine for this because she made me sooooo happy with her surprise! also her comments always make me super happy!

so guy AW LANE i love love love this letter a whole bunch, so i hope you guys do too!

don't forget to check out my other story 'seven parts of me.' [shameless self-promotion.]

and since two quick updates and this is a long letter, can we get 320-350 votes and loads of comments of how you feel about sweet lane instead of jerky lane!

and ps you guys have super good music taste omg

and question, what do you wanna be when you grow up (that sounds like i'm talking to four year old omfg) but i'm curious! i wanted to be an author, but i don't see it working out, so i'm still thinking but i've always enjoyed the idea of being a teacher, but yeah i've got some deciding to do! but i'll always write on the side, i just don't see my writing ever being good enough to support myself happily, ya know? anyways, how about you guys?