the third letter

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My dearest Perrie,

Today was better.

Today I saw her in the halls. I don't know if she saw me. Part of me is hoping she did.

When I slipped the last letter into your locker this morning, I re read it in my head.

I don't know who I am. I don't know my sexuality, my future or even my past.

But I know who I want to be.

I want to have an art studio and maybe even a coffee shop. I want someone that I can be blissfully in love with. I want a family. I want to be happy.

Is that too much to ask for?

Forever yours,
Jade

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