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Letter #11

August 20th, 2015

Dear Gabe,
Here's a poem I found.

"I don't know how to not miss you.

It seems that you have taken up a permanent residence in the place that used to be my heart,

but now is just a sea of thoughts about you."

Guess that sums it all up.

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Letter #12

August 25th, 2015

Dear Gabe
Today it's my 17th birthday. I thought you forgot. Luckily, you didn't. But it seemed like you didn't really care like you used to.

Happy bday Soph X

That was the text you sent me. Nothing more.

Do you remember how you used to join my birthday breakfast every year? I know it's kind of impossible for you to do that now.
Good memories, though.

But do you remember the long text you'd send me right when the clock striked 12? You knew I would be asleep, and I knew what I would wake up to. Guess what, I actually thought I would wake up to a text like that today as well. Instead, I got just a simple one saying happy bday, Soph X.

If I'm being brutally honest, it kind of broke me.

I'm still thankful for at least hearing from you, though. It calms me a little to know you haven't  forgotten about me completely.

I really wonder if you think about me every day just like I think about you. I wonder if you actually feel the same way. I wonder if you can't sleep at night because you keep on thinking about how much you miss me.

Probably not.

But I have hope. I still have a little hope left.

Please don't ruin that.

Please don't ruin that

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