dear ivo,
i found you crying, sitting on the curb in front of my house the next day. i didn't want to talk to you, you looked pretty sad but I sat down beside you anyways.
you didn't look up. you just kept crying silently. my mind was having a fight between putting an arm around you or just leave you. but thankfully you talked before i could do anything.
"i broke up with her."
i was taken aback. i thought that you said something to carine that she didn't like and that made carine break up with you. but no. you broke up with her.
"what?"
you turned to me. "i broke up with her, teddy. i broke up with her. and the worst part was, i never loved her."
i opened my arms and you quickly fell into my embrace. you sobbed into my shoulder. the butterflies in my stomach turned into an angry {more like overjoyed} zoo. my palms became sweaty and clammy. i loved this. i wanted this more often.
but life never gives us what we want.
after a bit, you pulled away. "thanks. i needed that."
i smiled. "anytime, ivo."
you laughed. "i don't even know why i'm crying. she should be the one to cry because i broke it off. i guess i just feel guilty. guilty because the whole time we were together, i liked someone else."
my heart fluttered inside my chest. he liked someone else?
i tried to keep the smile off my face about thinking about the fact that you liked someone besides carine. "i know. i get it. guilt is the emotion i have the most. not even happiness matches the amount of guilt i have everyday."
"i don't like feeling guilty," you muttered.
"it's okay to be guilty. it just means we care." did it really mean that? i don't know. i just wanted to say something to comfort you because i had no idea how to. i was never one to comfort, i was always the comforted.
you smiled. "it's okay. you don't have to comfort me. just you being here is comfort enough."
"oh great. was i mumbling? i do that a lot, don't i?"
"yes, you were muttering how you didn't know how to comfort me. it's okay. just having a great friend by my side."
my heart fell. we were just friends? why couldn't we be more?
and that's how you and i spent the rest of our saturday; sitting on the curb in front of my house, talking.
truly,
teddy
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truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]
Jugendliteraturalbert einstein once asked a question that sometimes makes me hazy: "am I or the others crazy?" [lowercase intended] [completed] . loosely based off of past experiences . . all rights reserved copyright @ unbirthdays 2014