Dear Elliot,
the scariest thing about distance is that they either forget you, or miss you. and i happened to miss him, while he forgot me.
i decided to send him a letter, half to remind him i was alive, the other half to let him know i knew he still was.
im not sure exactly how much this letter is going to mean to him though, its just my dead, tattooed tree.
a polaroid of the letter is stuck below for you.
Dear Niall,
im not sure how this all works and its killing me.
did i do something wrong?
or did you finally see that i was nothing special
just another mop of blue hair with no particular meaning for existence
but the thing is
i like you
but youre an ocean
and im just a wave
im sorry
im not good at these things
i dont know how to feel or communicate my emotions
and everything just feels heavy right now
but that's my eternal struggle isn't it?
everyone has theirs
maybe one day
if you let me
ill find out yours
dkdhuhdkhun
im sorry i went off topic,
what im trying to say is
you're too good for me
but ill always try my best for you
-Cass
i threw that in the post box as fast as i could because i had a habit of regretting everything immediately and i couldn't procrastinate this.
the problem is
immediately i pulled my hand out of the box after my failed attempt to pull the kiss-sealed letter out, i realized he wasn't talking to me because he found out how terribly messed up i am.
it was probably best if i let him be, let him live his life happily without opening his eyes to the demons that grazed mine.
the problem is why.
why cant i?
why cant i pull myself away from him?
i just happen to be negative while he is positive
but then again there is that saying,
that they didn't mention was one sided
opposites attract
-Cass
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Letters To Elliot -horan //COMPLETED AND EDITING//
Storie brevi☯ they craved each other in the most innocent way but it wasn't enough☯ A story of a girl with blue hair and a boy who thought he could pretend she was okay.
