August 9
The first good day in months.
Because I didn't think about you.
The boys took me out to the mall for new clothes, their treat. In their minds, gifts and pretzels could solve everything.
We ran into someone there, a girl I'd only ever talked to a few times. But she greeted us like we were old friends.
It was refreshing.
She joined the boys in their mission to cheer me up, even if she didn't know the reason I was sad. Her cheerful attitude and gentle nature comforted me almost as much as the boys' stupidity.
She radiated joy, as beautiful and pure as snow.
When she laughed at one of Chief's inappropriate jokes, I knew I found a friend in her.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
Short Story-in which a girl writes a series of letters to the boy who broke her heart-