Epistle 42 (Niall Horan)

Epistle 41

BELS IT'LL BE OKAY

I folded the letters into each envelope, which wasn't fun at all. The post office told me I would have an extreme fee for wasting all of their envelopes, so I flipped them off.

Each letter would be sent or hand delivered to her. It's not like she cares, anyways.

Later this evening I would be taking Hannah out to dinner. It turns out she was in the same neighborhood as me, and we never met each other. We instantly hit it off. She's sweet, kind, funny, and beautiful. She reminds me or Carolina, but she's better. She actually knows me better than Carolina ever did.

I stuffed the letters into my backpack and headed out to my hotel. Carolina wouldn't be doing anymore interviews for a while. She's engaged, already. Her boyfriend, Bo, proposed to her before I came here. When she kissed me, he forgave her. Yet I can't seem to do it back.

The hotel room was fairly big, just the right size for me. I mentioned to Hannah I was leaving in two days, and she wasn't too happy about it. I told her that every chance I can I'll visit, maybe even fly her out to London. She agreed.

Don't get me wrong, I probably won't get over Carolina for a while, but I've found a machine to beat my broken heart.

Okay, that was the worst comparison ever, but still. She's the one, I can feel it.

I sat on my bed and started writing the second to last letter. I sighed and started writing.

Epistle 41

Carolina,

I guess this is it. After this.. we won't be anything anymore. We'll be strangers all over again. It'll hurt, a lot, but I'm happy for you.

I may not be too bright about it, but if he makes you happy, then it's fine by me. It'll show me that I can learn from my mistakes.

Since you told me about your love, I'll tell you about mine. I met her the day I ran into you. She was a barista at the same coffee shop you went to before we bumped into each other. Her name is Hannah, and she's probably the one.

Thank you so much Carolina, for the memories I'll cherish forever, and the love that lasted.

With the best of luck,

Niall.

I folded the letter and slid it into the envelope. While doing this, I found something in the backpack. It was my last piece of paper, but I had already written on it. It was from when I first started writing.

I skimmed through it and teared up.

This'll be the perfect, and final good-bye letter to my almost lover.

“Wow.” I say to myself quietly and put it in the envelope to give to her in the morning.

Let's see how this turns out.

im in tears over my own book help me