Honey Bee

seventh

.seventh letter

Taylor,

I took a fight for you once. And I didn’t regret taking it.

You were alone in the field one Tuesday afternoon, I was practicing in the gym for the basketball team. I never wanted to play sports, but you and my father insisted for me to do so. So, I played.

So yeah. You were waiting for me there. You were watching the football team instead of mine. You pleaded for me to let you in the gym because you wanted to watch me. But I told you not to because I was too embarrassed to practice in front of you. So you just shrugged and went to the field instead.

When the training ended, I showered for a minute and put on clean clothes then went directly to you because I really just wanted to see you.

But when I saw you, you were recoiling from this certain football player’s touch.

The guy was forcing you to kiss you under the bleachers.

I nearly slipped when I ran to you. The grass was quite muddy, but I managed to get to you swiftly. I threw my bag directly at the guy and the guy pinned me with his “scary” eyes.

I told him not to touch you ever again.

We went home. You cried when we went to your room.

And I knew it was my fault.

I should’ve let you come with me.

-Matt