The Belletrist

6. You're So Kind

Dear Sir,

I wish you weren't so kind. I wish you weren't so kind to me. I wish you weren't very kind so I wouldn't hope for something that may never be.

Do you remember when we ran into each other? You were about to go to your school while I, to mine. How happy I was that morning that I got to see your face again. You sported a bonnet on and man, I thought I ran out of air to breathe.

You kindly conversed with me, even if we were running late for school. You even invited me to your school to watch a volleyball play a week after that.

You're so nice to me. I would have thought there was something. I would've thought you felt something for me too. But that's too much, isn't it?

Because just a week ago today, you wished for me happiness with my 'the one'. While I was hoping it was you, you were genuinely wishing someone else for me.

You're so kind, it hurts me.

Love,

Rosie.