dear michael,
i miss everything about you too
love,
sophie
sophie collected all her letters and numbered them one to however many she had written, so michael would know to read them in numerical order. she had finally sorted out her feelings and cleared everything that was going on in her head.
sophie had re-listened to all his voice mails, almost sobbing at every one; how could she have done this to him? she knew he loved her and she loved him just as much, but she wasn't ready to admit it. sophie really did miss him, and everything about him.
sophie missed the way his eyes lit up when he talked about things he enjoyed and the way he never blew her off for other plans like many other boys had done in the past. she was ready to admit it.
admit that she loved him too.
"sophie get out of your room and socialize!" her mother pleaded for the fourth time that day. it was the fourth week into summer, and everywhere sophie went, michael was cemented into her brain; it was depriving her of her goal to get rid of him. all her friends were out having fun, and they had invited her, but no she couldn't bother to put on a facade even for them. "no. i don't want to." she replied to her mother, who was leaning against the wall near sophie's door. "sophie. please, for everyone, figure out your feelings."
"i don't need to. i don't love him." with that sophie got up, changed, and called jane to ask her where they were.
sophie knew she was lying to herself then. but now, she wasn't.
she picked up the phone and dialed the number she hadn't called in a long time. it rang 4 times out of the 5 and then the line picked up. she was about to hang up on the awkward silence, until she heard a sleepy "hello" on the other end of the phone.
