Honey Bee

sixth

.sixth letter

Taylor,

I remember you crying in front of me the first time. Because I yelled at you. And I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to yell at you, I never wanted to.

We were studying for the finals and you knew that I was failing and I know that you’re smart, but I guess you were just too euphoric to function that night.

I was asking you how to solve this one problem with a complicated formula, and you kept touching me and making nonsense jokes. You weren’t acting like yourself. You were acting like a dumb high school girl with a jackass boyfriend.

I kept asking you but you kept ignoring me.

So I stopped for a minute and yelled at you. I told you to act like yourself and be the Taylor I know.

And then you started crying and sat on the floor. I sat with you on the floor, but you stood up and tried to leave. But I ran to my door and blocked and tried to hug you. You argued but I insisted.

That’s when you told me you just got skeptical over that cheerleader girl I was talking to since last week. You told me you kinda went jealous because you know she was better looking than you. And I told you I would never want a girl like that.

And that was the very first time you told me you love me.

And I told you I love you, too.

-Matt