Lucky || nh

Letter 7

Dear Niall,

You saw the box I keep the letters in.

You pretended you didn't.

But you did.

You asked me the things you usually asked me.

And I answered.

How's your day going?

Horrible.

I'm sorry about that.

You shouldn't be.

But I am.

Okay.

It was like a routine.

But then you asked me something I wasn't expecting at all.

You asked why I was hurting.

I told you someone I am in love with is hurting me.

You looked mad.

You told me that I shouldn't let people hurt me.

You told me that I shouldn't be in love with them.

Oh, how I wish you knew.

You are the one that is hurting me.

You hurt me because I know that you don't love me.

That you don't care.

That you pity me.

That you are just trying to be friendly.

That you volunteered to do this.

That I love you.

I love you.