Dear Niall,
July 7
Today I came over again. You still didn't really say much, but I don't think I mind. It's kind of nice, really. You know, just being with you.
I'm still not really over Louis and I still don't know why you aren't talking to me, and I'm still a little mad at you for that, but you're still my best friend, okay? You. Are. My. Best. Friend.
I came over and knocked on the front door and you swung it open just like yesterday. I came inside and followed you to the living room, where we sat on the couch and watched silent films.
You've always loved silent films, the old black and white ones, and I never really understood it, but today I kind of did. The silence wasn't awkward at all, but instead, comforting.
I layed on one end of the couch and you sat up on the other end. I rested my feet in your lap and you drew circles on my bare ankle. I fell asleep eventually, but I woke up around five o'clock and decided it was probably time I headed home.
It was nice, Niall. I had a nice time. I've missed you a lot.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
July 7
Today you came over again. We didn't talk, and I was okay with it. I still don't really know what to say, anyways.
I'm still really upset about that guy. Where's he been, anyway? I haven't seen him around. Did he go on some kind of vacation? Did you guys break up? I think I should feel guilty about hoping you two broke up, but I really can't bring myself to feel any type of remorse, sorry. You're my best friend and I should want you to be happy, I know. It's just, I wish I could be the one to make you happy, not that guy.
When I opened the door and let you come inside, you followed me into the living room, and I guess I kind of knew you would. You layed on one end of the couch and I sat on the other. You put your feet in my lap and I nearly burst with rage.
How many times have your feet been in his lap? I drew circles on your ankle with my thumb and envy nearly choked me when you didn't get goosebumps, or chills, or anything at all. I bet your body responds to him.
We watched those silent films, which I know you hate. I wanted to watch something else, because I figured you'd rather watch what you've always called 'regular' TV, but you protested when I tried to watch something else. I was just trying to make you happy though, you know? I'm almost sure that guy likes 'regular' TV, and I bet that makes you really happy.
I hope you come back tomorrow.
Love,
Niall
