Dear Andy,
I haven't heard anything about you nor have I seen you. I think we've reached a point in our lives where we go on opposite directions but still breathing the same air.
I went out with a friend today. We just drove around the city, pass by your university unintentionally. See you walk by accidentally. With your arm around a random girl in a big brown hoddy paired with denims that are way too short for summer.
I studied the boy beside her because my eyes could be playing tricks on me. But they're not. It is you. I felt the familiar pang on my chest but it's something I got used to ever since your new found fame. Traffic made matters worse and I just have to see all this unfold before me in the most slowest pace.
Your eyes brought you towards my direction. For once in this whole ordeal, I bravely stood my ground. I don't know if you saw through me or if you felt how horrible it would have been if the only person you love turn out to be everything you thought his not and still want them so bad.
You took your arms off her as if you were ashamed about it. As if it's bothering you. As if you cared. It's all different now. You are not the same person. And you know what's even more frustrating? Me. Because I am going to love you still, even if it's not you anymore.
Grace ❤
YOU ARE READING
Letters to "Andy"
RomanceSo I've read about a random article. And it says people encounter three kinds of love in their lifetime. First love. Great love. Last love. I'm sure some of you are lucky to have met your great and last love at the same time... Me. I don't know. B...
