Lost Love

Aisha

Dear Aisha,

I never forgave myself for what I didn't do for you that day. It should have never happened. Part of me is still pissed you forgave me. Why would you? I ran. I left you bleeding and unconscious and RAN with my friends and you told the cops you walked into a POLE?!

God, I was so scared of you for the longest time. I kept waiting for you to tell on us for what my jackass friend did to you (FYI, we're not friends anymore.) The way you smirked at me with those small, pink lips every time our eyes met. You made majority of my sophomore year a nightmare with just a GLANCE. If that's not power, I don't know what is. You had me wrapped around your little finger and you knew it.

Your little smirk became a giggle in junior year. I could hear it across the cafeteria, even though it was never loud. I could feel it warm my face and fill my chest. I wanted to go talk to you every time but I had nothing to say. What right did I have?

YOU INVADED MY LIFE!

Slowly. Surely. Silently.

You became my secret obsession. I wouldn't go home without seeing you at least once. I told myself it was to make sure you were okay. And that was true but only a little. Okay, a lot. I was terrified for you and you didn't care! T^T Every time a guy raised his hand next to you, I jumped. It was exhausting.

I didn't know anything about your religion, why you wore what you did and why you wouldn't just take it off but damn did it hurt when you left school crying sometimes. I saw it because I waited to see you. I was a coward. I shrunk every time you came back smiling the next day.

One day you brought a bunch of cupcakes for whatever holiday it was you were celebrating. You gave them out to all of your friends; except one. Just so you know, I wasn't looking because I wanted one. You still walked over to me with your sly smirk and offered it to me.

I was ashamed. Three years in the same high school and after my former best friend yanked your scarf off, sucker punched you in the face, knocked you out and left you in the street for dead, you were offering me a cupcake?

I always felt guilty leaving you there. Every time I remember and think of what could have happened, I feel sick. I'm sorry, Aisha. You didn't deserve that treatment. You didn't do anything wrong. I didn't deserve that cupcake.

You still tapped my nose with it and claimed it had my cooties on it. You still smiled at me. You still forgave me. I learned to be brave from you.

I hope you'll always be the brave girl that stole my heart.

Love Edward.