Dear Andy,
I am not sure if you meant what you said last night. All I know is that the idea of meeting you in person is exciting. I can already feel the tingle in my toes and my stomach going knots. Good thing it's not real because I am not ready to meet you and then stay as friends.
I have been greedy these past few days. I kept telling myself to stop hoping. That I should start learning to unlove you. Michael Faudet wrote that there are a lot of thing you can postpone in life, but love is not one of them.
I was going to prove him wrong but everytime I take just one step away, a greater force pulls me back to you. I went out with my mentors that night and I ignored the butterflies telling me to go. You would'nt wait for me, not unless the feeling is mutual.
After a few gulps of some nasty liquid, the alcohol kicks in and I forgot about my phone beeping 'till it died. I got home and fell comatose on my loyal bed. My throbbing head woke me up. I checked my phone and saw a few messages from you.
I found out you did wait for me 'till midnight. That people started to wonder if someone was truly coming. That I blew all my chances at possibly knowing you. I can't explain how awful I feel. I tried to talk you out but you already close the door. You should have listened to me Andy. I did not show up because you were my sun. And I am not ready to get burned.
Grace❤
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