Dear Andy,
After two nights and a few paperworks, I forgot I was waiting to hear from you. I went the other way because it's been rainy these past few days. No orange sunsets. No old record movie. I miss you. A lot. I know I should'nt. But you've been my favorite past time and old habits die hard.
A friend told me my eyes look tired and sad. It's not just my eyes. I am sad.
Something was draining off of me but I don't know what. I tried to avoid places that I could see you. I go the extra mile just to make sure you don't see me too.
On my way home, a familiar feeling came in and I freak out. I look around and there you are, staring at me. It was'nt that long but it stirred my senses enough. You turn your back and I was left alone. You did it so easily Andy. It was too easy for you to walk away.
Night came, and I still clearly remember what happened. I wanted to run after you, but if I did, what would I say? What for? I saw your name again on my phones' screen. I hesitated but there are moments we should'nt delay.
You said you were busy with school, busy with music, busy on everything. No second to spare for anyone unimportant. I told you I understand and you should'nt apologize. I also understand why I cannot demand time from you. That you could be preoccupied with everything and anyone but me. I know where I stand now. And I am not moving or getting anywhere with this but it's okay.
Grace❤
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Letters to "Andy"
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