Dear boyfriend,
At nearly 5:30 in the morning, I heard a knock on my window.
Nearly scared to death that it would be a murder, I opened it to find you.
Holding a box of chocolates, smiling at me.
"I'm sorry," You said.
I believed you.
I guess you didn't remember that I don't like chocolate.
It's okay, it's the thought that counts.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Boyfriend,
Short Story***COMPLETED*** A story of a girl who was once bullied, and writes letter to her boyfriend, but never sends them. Or does she?
