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Dear AJ (alex),

I never wanted to come off too strong, I wanted you to know that I'm not like those other girls you dated before, not the one to break your heart, and I guess you realized that I wasn't the one to betray but not exactly in the way that I wanted you to. We're best friends and I am so thankful for that, but me being me wanted us to be more than best friends.

I've always been this highschool teen tragedy, striving for better grades, better looks, and better friends. You looked through me, knew I wanted that popularity as much as i hated it. I was vulnerable in front of you, as were you to me. And that's what made our friendship so raw and honest, that it caught me craving for more.

I really really like you Alex, and don't need to get drunk or high to tell you that. And I'll keep on falling for your stupid jokes, your occasional hugs and that smile.

Do you remember those days we'd go for after school activities and you'd sit at the back of Sean's mom's van, text me the most insane things and we'd look at eachother, the way Jim from 'The Office' would look at the camera when Dwight was being dumb. Yeah, I love those little things about us. The way you'd fanboy on teen rom-com movies, be a little emotional, be protective when I'm about to make a bad decision and take care of me when I was to nervous to function.

Sometimes I'd regret having such strong feelings for you, when you wouldn't talk straight for days on, wouldn't call, or ditch me for other girls. Of course I felt that pang of jealousy when you'd tell me about that girl who confessed to you, when my friend told you that she likes you too. Then there's that underlying fear that my feelings would come in the way of this amazing friendship we have. There's nothing worse than seeing you in school hallways, but acting like we don't know eachother.

We're complete opposites Alex, you're the popular basketball player, I'm that new kid from out of town. Yet I chose to like you of all people Alex.

What sort of magic did you play over me? I never wanted this to happen, and now I don't want it to ever end.

Homecoming Dance is in October and if I had the guts I'd ask you, even though I know you'd say no.

With great admiration and love,
Kiiara.

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