We hadn't seen each other since you'd left to go back with your mom. I know you didn't want to burden us by staying, but you weren't a burden. If anything, you were the best thing that happened to me at the time.
You slowly stopped talking to me, and I'd wanted to distance myself too since you were going to move away pretty soon.
However, one night, I kept having dreams where you were gone, and all my bottled up emotions had come out. I began to bawl and texted you immediately, pouring it all out.
I had told you how much I'd missed you already, and how I really needed to see you a lot more before you were gone.
You said sure, and that you could get me that night. So you did. We got food and ran around a store. But it was different. We didn't really hold hands. You didn't really talk. You had anxiety but insisted you were fine. And when we kissed, it didn't feel right.
I assumed that it was just you being upset about moving too, but the truth was far worse.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Girl
Non-FictionI don't even know what to make of this. But I'm going to let it out. Even if you'll never see it.
