You know, when you're sitting on your porch steps in your prom dress waiting for a date who you thought liked you to show up, you have a lot of time to think. To think about why he isn't here yet, what could've kept him so long, why did I think he would like me?
I know I'm not the popular one or the pretty one, I'm me and I thought that maybe you understood that, but I can see I was wrong. After two hours on those porch steps I've given up on my hopes of you coming. you're probably dancing the night away with someone ten times prettier than me.
And I don't even care if you read this. I just want you to know how you made me feel that night. I'm the type of person who likes to see the glass half full, so where ever you are now, I hope you are happy with someone who makes you a better version of yourself.
But I will never forget you, and some day when I find someone who makes me happy I will thank you for standing me up on prom night. And until then I will keep my head high.
Elizabeth Lynn Martin
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To Anyone That Cares
RandomA collection of letters to anyone that cares. Letters to people who caused me to never forget them, even well after they forgot me.
