If and Only If…
What would have happened if I had told him? Would things be different? Yes things would probably be different. We would probably be seeing each other. It's my own fault I have to feel the once again excruciating paint of not being able to be with the object of my attraction. Personally I think he's a coward for not reconsidering. Urgh! I really have got to stop fighting these internal battles.
I know what to do…. I'll writer him a letter, somehow I feel I need to prove I'm not a heartbreaker. So here it goes:
Dear Professor Wilder,
I really do feel silly still calling you Professor after everything that's happened. There are some things that I really need to say weither you wanted to hear them or not. I know I'm going against your wishes by explaining where I was Friday night but I feel I won't have any closure if I don't tell you. Closure on what happened to me Friday night not closure on us. Or maybe both? Oh I really don't know I just feel I'm going to explode if I don't tell you.
Friday night as I was walking back to your house I was walking alone on a dark street. A stranger came up behind and pulled a gun to my head(I really have the worst luck). I suppose my stupidity and desire to get away caught up with me when I punched the guy and ran off but he caught up with me and we sorta fell over. Whatever he finally left and as he was fleeing he got hit by a car. Irony tends to follow me around. The mugger wouldn't let me call the ambulance until I finally said something along the lines of "I'm going to call 911 right now so shoot if you have to". Fortunately for me the gun wans't even loaded. When the ambulance came I was going to continue on my way but I fainted and woke some hour later in the hospital. They discharged me and as I was leaving I met a little girl in the hallway looking or her mother. I asked what she was doing in a hospital and she told me her father had been hit by a car. Her mother came in tears for she thought she lost her daughter. We talked and she told me off her good for nothing husband that gambled/ did drugs/ and occasionally mugged people. Yes irony once again decided to knock on my door. Her husband was the same guy that mugged. Amazingly I stayed there until he died, holding his hand only because he was so much like my own father who is currently serving a life sentence for the same things.
Love,
Joey
Ok the next chapter will be wilder's reading of the letter.
What would have happened if I had told him? Would things be different? Yes things would probably be different. We would probably be seeing each other. It's my own fault I have to feel the once again excruciating paint of not being able to be with the object of my attraction. Personally I think he's a coward for not reconsidering. Urgh! I really have got to stop fighting these internal battles.
I know what to do…. I'll writer him a letter, somehow I feel I need to prove I'm not a heartbreaker. So here it goes:
Dear Professor Wilder,
I really do feel silly still calling you Professor after everything that's happened. There are some things that I really need to say weither you wanted to hear them or not. I know I'm going against your wishes by explaining where I was Friday night but I feel I won't have any closure if I don't tell you. Closure on what happened to me Friday night not closure on us. Or maybe both? Oh I really don't know I just feel I'm going to explode if I don't tell you.
Friday night as I was walking back to your house I was walking alone on a dark street. A stranger came up behind and pulled a gun to my head(I really have the worst luck). I suppose my stupidity and desire to get away caught up with me when I punched the guy and ran off but he caught up with me and we sorta fell over. Whatever he finally left and as he was fleeing he got hit by a car. Irony tends to follow me around. The mugger wouldn't let me call the ambulance until I finally said something along the lines of "I'm going to call 911 right now so shoot if you have to". Fortunately for me the gun wans't even loaded. When the ambulance came I was going to continue on my way but I fainted and woke some hour later in the hospital. They discharged me and as I was leaving I met a little girl in the hallway looking or her mother. I asked what she was doing in a hospital and she told me her father had been hit by a car. Her mother came in tears for she thought she lost her daughter. We talked and she told me off her good for nothing husband that gambled/ did drugs/ and occasionally mugged people. Yes irony once again decided to knock on my door. Her husband was the same guy that mugged. Amazingly I stayed there until he died, holding his hand only because he was so much like my own father who is currently serving a life sentence for the same things.
Love,
Joey
Ok the next chapter will be wilder's reading of the letter.