dedicated to jillow because she's an amazing wattpadian and person. i saved this one for you <3
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dear jill,
where were you yesterday? i waited and waited and waited under the apple tree, but you never showed up. it was supposed to be our first meeting, our first special date... then when i came home and looked at your house, all i saw was an empty cottage.
i'm not angry that you missed our date. we could have easily did it on another day. i'm upset because you didn't say anything to me. not about moving, not about you missing the last month of our senior year, or about any of this. tell me, jill: why didn't you say goodbye?
i still remember the first time i met you. you were sitting in the courtyard eating lunch on the green grass. at that time you still had braces with long curly brown locks, and you looked just as beautiful as you do now. i never understood why you changed your hair. it used to be so wild, and free. anyways, i guess you looked pretty lonely so i decided to go over and sit with you. at first you were incredibly shy. you didn't understand why i was sitting with you, but soon you loosened up. we became friends, real friends.
i think we were in 8th grade when i first started liking you. by the time we hit junior year, i was head over heels and completely infatuated with you. throughout our sophomore year i was trying to gain the courage to ask you out and just this month, i had finally convinced myself to do it. believe me, i was terrified.
it was going to be the perfect first date. i had prepared a picnic basket with your favorite food (PB & J sandwiches with lemonade and oreos) and my old cassete player. i had checked the weather report several times to make sure it wasn't going to rain. looks like all my effort was useless though.
i really miss you. please come back. you're my best friend and you've always said that i was yours, so why won't you reply to any of my letters?
wherever in the world you are right now doesn't matter because I'm still here, stuck in this town. but if you come back, you know where to find me don't you?
under our apple tree.
yours forever,
finn
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