Dear Teddy,
I love you,
No that's not right.
Dear Teddy,
You mean the world to me,
No! Too cheesy... Okay, take a deep breath, breathe from your nose, inhale and exhale. One more time.
Dear-
What's the use, it's not like she'll care. She'll reject me again. I'll be crushed, again. I wish she knew what she was doing to me. What I was going through. Exactly! That's exactly what I'll write.
Dear Teddy,
I'm tapping out. It's a Knock out, you win ... Every time you look at me, my heart skips. I know, cheesy, but it's the truth. You can't help it if it's the truth right?
Teddy you think I'm joking when I profess my feelings for you. Often times you laugh or brush me off, but it's like a punch in the face... It hurts me.
When ever I talk to you, you shoot me down, or beat me like a penyada. Before you defend yourself know it's not my skin you're beating... it's my heart. You're crushing my insides like smashed glass. Like a boxer in a ring. Each blow lowers my quality of life.
When ever you brush past me, it's like jab to my side. I loose my edge and begin to stumble.
When ever you look at me, it's like a blow to the jaw. My mouth goes numb, I freeze in speech, before muttering something stupid and off the wall. Something I would never say if you weren't around.
When you said you wanted to kiss me, it was like a straight shot into my gut. My body reacted but my mind couldn't process the blow. You wanted to kiss me to prove you didn't like me... that hurt.
When ever you kiss Spencer it's a right hook, because my head swings involuntarily, looking away from his cheating, lying, womanizing lips gliding against yours.
I just don't get it, you gave him a second chance, but never even gave me a first.
I've never hurt you, I've never lied to you, and I never would...
Look Ted, you hurt me. You hurt me so bad... So I'm tapping out. It's a knock out you win... I'm moving, PJ and I got an apartment, I can't say I'll be home when you visit, but if we see each other, just wave. I'll do my best to try the same.
Well good luck.
Hope Spencer treats you the way you deserve.
No matter what happens I will always care for you.
-Emmett.
Teddy read the last line, over and over again till the tears welling in her eyes finally fell. It had been four or five years since she had seen Emmett, and she was just getting this letter now...
She didn't know she hurt him. That was never her intention. She wondered now more than ever, what she would have done if she had found this letter before he left.
There was no hint on where to find him now... No coordinates to lead her to his door step... there were no digits to call, or addresses to mail. She was happy with her current boyfriend, but Emmett was right. She had never given him a chance...
Maybe one day. If it's meant it's meant.
There was a picture enclosed in the note, a picture of them when he was nine and she was seven. PJ and him had hooked an arm around each other, but one of Emmett's hands were gently slung along Teddy's shoulder as well. He always took care of her.
Maybe one day...