A pair of hands opened a locker and an envelope fell out. The hands picked it up broight it onto a table. The hands opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. It read:
Dear Zackary,
This already seems stupid writing this to you, but I can't help it. I want to let you know that the video with Bryan? He's my cousin. It was a dare from my friends back in Texas. Don't believe me? Check the channel it was found on. There's a video explaining the dare and it was /last year/. But that isn't the real reason I wrote this. I wanted to tell you that..
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for not being Kaia. I'm sorry I'm not popular. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry I'm here. I really don't get it. That nearing kiss. Was it supposed to mean anything? Was is supposed to give me signs? Was it supposed to tip me off?
What was your purpose?
Were you trying to make me fall so hard for you, that I lost sight of what I was doing? Then you would pull the rug from under me and make me embarrass myself? I was in love with you, Zack. My first love, my present love, my last love. Always will be. Am I your first? Am I your present? Am I your last? No to all of them. I will never be Calypso. And if you think that some false evidence will change that, well I'd say I'm disappointed. But you already did. Is this what I get for trying to love?
That's my problem. I get my hopes up. They eventually fall back down. And you would believe anything, as long as it has some ground- false or whatever. So of course you would believe I'm some slut. Of course you would believe that I'm supposedly "two-timing" boys. Because you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. By the time you read this, I'd be in Texas. I don't know if this is for the better, but I can't deal with confusion in love. Send me back a letter when this confusing love stuff clears up. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll come back.
Forever yours,
Crystal Clearwater
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