Honey Bee

third

.third letter

Taylor,

Four years.

We were together for four years.

You were the new girl, I was the loser; your kind of cliché.

You were the valedictorian. You gave a speech, I didn’t. I went to your house after graduation, and it was the very first time that we did what we’re supposed to do because we were blinded by each other’s affection and love.

I loved you.

But you know you were the one who gave up.

On me.

On you.

On us.

And it was the funniest thing because you were the one who took the very first action to tell me you love me. You were the one who first leaned in and kissed me. You were the one who went crying to me and told me someone left you . . . again.

And you know what hurts most?

You were the very first girl I fell deeply in love with.

And it was the funniest part in our miserable story.

-Matt