DIMITRI
May 13th
Dear D,
I did it, Delia. I got the tattoo. A sunflower and sun. I used my drawing as inspiration for the tattoo artist. Forever stained on my wrist. That way I can look at it all the time and think of you. I have to be honest, Delia, and maybe I should have said something sooner. Maybe it would have changed things. Maybe you'd still be here. But I can't think like that anymore. We regret the things we don't say.
So I'm saying it now.
I fell in love with you. Ugh! It's weird, this past tense thing. I don't know how to phrase anything anymore. Part of me was always in love with you. Even when I was with Aaron, and even still with Spencer. I loved you and I will always love you. Part of me always did and part of me always will. You were everything to me, Delia Young. Everything.
Love, Dimitri
(This time I mean it)
YOU ARE READING
DEAR D (pen pal edition) ✔️
Teen FictionDimitri and Delia. Two strangers. Two pen pals. Two broken hearts. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, sexual assault, abuse, and suicide
