Honey Bee

first

.first letter

Taylor,

I don’t know why I’m writing this. It’s already past midnight and the very first week since we broke up. You know, I’ve never cried over a girl. My brother saw me and started laughing when he walked in on me lying on my bed only wearing my boxers and my hoodie. But my sister was the one who saw me actually sobbing on my pillow.

She kind of laughed. And started slapping me.

Playfully at first, but when she realized I actually was crying, she just rubbed my back and left me alone.

Why did I even cry over you? Why would I cry over you?

I’m pretty sure the pain was no longer foreign to me since I’ve felt it for the nth time, but why? Why did I cry like that? I tried not to feel a thing, Taylor. And dear God, I didn’t know it would be that hard.

I hope you’re doing okay.

-Matt