We have this mutual friend named Amelia. She was perfect and everyone said that you to would be perfect together; "No" you always said "That's like dating my sister". I really should have stopped believing you a while ago. You're asking her to Prom; she knows and she told me. In a sick way I like hearing her talk about how she doesn't like you, about how she could never date you let alone go to the dance with you if you liked her. Probably only because I still love you, I can feel it like a missing note in my melody. Like the pause between a flash of lightning and the clap of thunder. When I think about you I become vapid;suddenly I care about eyeshadow and Pink Sweatshirts. Shit you'll never notice about me;cause you can't see me in her shadow. To ask her you're gonna go to her locker with a poster in front of everyone, I want to save you like I usually do. But for some reason I can't pick my feet up and run to your side. I guess because I want you to learn how to figure things out on your own. All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy.
Sincerely
Hurting
YOU ARE READING
Letters to You
SpiritualLetters that I will never send to my friend. Things I will never get the courage to say because I know somehow I will screw it up.
